#What's the fate of this AU? Stay tuned

[starlytenight]

I'm curious as to how your Morpho would react to other people's AUs where Gala ends up raising Meta, or the much rare verson, where Meta ends up raising Kirby and Gala as siblings. Or other versons where Meta and Gala are more friends than enemies.

Oh, I have friends with AUs like that so this is a fun one to answer!

Plus you get a small dive into my Morpho's quirks.

Basically my Morpho has never seen any worlds outside of things that are heavily based on in-game stuff, so he's never seen any dimensions where Meta and Gala are actually amicable toward each other until now/recently. In every world he has visited, they were always at each other's throats and he just came to expect hostility from their interactions, much like he came to expect Galacta eventually calling out to him.

In essence, he's destroyed countless worlds because they failed his test upon merging with the respective Galacta Knight and using his suffering to measure the world's worth. Those worlds failed, but the butterfly kept his bond with each angel, eventually gaining a strong connection to him as a concept. Each Galacta is different, but their fates have been the same.

To see such alternate worlds would be extremely fascinating to him. Just anything even remotely amicable, let alone familial or romantic.

His main focus is Galacta Knight, so he would be invested in those related to him, be it a son in Meta, friends, or being raised by Meta---He would just be fascinated by how rare it is (in his experience) to see them like this, not to mention how he would have to plan around such things accordingly to get his judgement duty rolling.

My AU is the first time he's seen them actually in love. He finds it incredibly fascinating to see unfold. He has always known Meta Knights across dimensions to be far too cold, solitary, and nearly ruthless before eventually softening up with Kirby, Bandana Dee, and King Dedede... but by then it's usually too late and the damage is already done.

Not to say Meta Knight and company are the reason for Galacta's misery per say, but summoning the poor warrior just to kick his ass out of sheer pride certainly didn't help the matter. Same goes for the many Kirbys that joined in on the ass-kicking without wanting to reason or help the angel. Galacta is always forced/summoned in, he isn't usually willingly brought into those boss battles. They haven't tried to help him. They just fight him the moment they see him, defeat him, and move on, treating him like a nameless monster.

Just like everyone else.

To see a Meta Knight loving him in this world, and even willing to die for him is such a wild concept to Morpho. He knew the other versions of him had such capacity to behave like this, (other Meta Knights with Kirby/the others being loving or willing to protect them with their lives) but they never had the right circumstances to bring that out toward Galacta Knight. In this world, he does. (Think like differing headcanons, variations in shipping preferences/orientations/differing events, ect.)

If he found himself in other places like that, assuming he isn't split apart, he would be happy to see Galacta Knight not suffering and not crying out for him.

However the problem would arise that they eventually do need to eventually come together for Judgement Day and he does need the local angel to work with him. Resistance from any Galacta Knight is not something he's used to and he would have to find a work around, assuming said Galacta Knight would not be desiring a better life/in such misery he would rather be dead*.

(*The feeling is like "I don't want to die but this existence is so painful I would rather be dead at this point, please help me" and thus Morpho grants him a new state of being with him to exact their combined judgement upon the world; all the pain and suffering placed upon the angel is felt by the deity, and then returned to the cruel life he was given which usually ends in oblivion.)

In some of these worlds, Kirby won, but everything was nearly devastated beyond recognition (his friends, family, Popstar, everything destroyed.) Others, he lost. That world is no more. Other variations exist obviously, it's a multiverse so anything is possible, but in general the usual outcome is failure of that respective dimension and it ending in death or near-total death.

Now, what's the fate of other worlds with Morphos there? Mine would just leave them be since that is the respective realm they have priority over. He does not interfere beyond perhaps a quick hello before moving on; his other self will do as they wish with that realm for it is theirs. He will judge whichever one he comes across first. It's like a "dibs" thing, haha.

As for MorphoGala AUs, haha, he'd love that actually.

He "loves" Galacta (as a concept and each individual one) deeply (when he isn't split apart and a lil' out of it, haha), but is technically an outsider and doesn't interfere directly unless he has to.

In this world, he is delighted to have Necro at Galacta's side and is a bit disappointed he and Necro didn't get together, but isn't too broken up about it. Meta treats him well and this is the happiest he's seen any Galacta Knight he's met. Their connection mentioned earlier also allows Morpho to softly feel some of Galacta's emotions too, like Necro---so he also has a soft spot for this Meta with this Galacta not hating him and in fact loving him. (Note: his wording when he and Meta spoke, "Our dear Galacta.")

He also knows he and Galacta are going to come together one way or another anyway---Galacta cannot escape his fate. Meta cannot stop this. No one can.

In the end, every single one comes to him.

They are his in the end.

They will judge this world and deliver what they deserve.

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (5) Heated Discussions (M)

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 5 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 2765 (sorry it is so short)

Work count for Story: 19,008

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

This chapter has a slightly mature scene at the end. At the start of the mature scene, the following banner will be displayed:

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Keep Safe. Keep Safe. First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Let’s hope this doesn’t mean they will treat you like a child.

Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain, you felt safe around them. 

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,” Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon. 

Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. “Miss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.”

As he speaks, you feel a tail wrap around your waist, and a hand touches your back. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Yoongi has his hand on your upper back but is facing away from you, looking at his packmates. 

Noticing that the group has gathered in a circle, something significant is being discussed. Not wanting to keep Yoongi from doing something important, you look back at the manager.

“Manager Sejin, I do not feel so well. Can you please take me to the van? I would like to sit down and process things.” He nods and moves towards the van in front.

“Mr. Min,” you smile softly at the jaguar as he looks at you, keeping an ear tuned in to the group of men. “I am going to go sit in the van. I am sure that I will be fine there while I wait for you and your packmates.”

Adding a bit of a pout to your smile, you ask, “Can you go and make sure everything is okay so that we can go? My hand is really starting to hurt?”

“Yes. Van safe. Manager Safe. Go packhouse now.” Yoongi responds.

Unwrapping his tail, he pushes on your back softly, urging you to get in. He returns to the circle of hybrids in what looks like a new heated discussion.

After exiting the elevator, Taehyung makes to stay with you, Yoongi, and the manager but is stopped by Jungkook. The younger one knows Taehyung would want to be a part of the discussion that is soon to come, even if he is still in Alpha Space.

After you had gone off with Yoongi and their manager, the remaining packmates circled up at the youngest's request. The mates seek comfort in one another. Jungkook hugs Taehyung from behind, while Jimin hugs Hoseok around the waist as he leans against Seokjin.

Most of the pack had been through finding mates since there are six of them. Jungkook was the only one who understood the concept of what to do with a new mate but had never been on this side of the situation. 

“There are two vans. Obviously, Yoongi will be going in the van with Y/n, but who is going with them?” asks Jungkook, looking around as it dawns on them. 

The vans only fit five people in the back. Each mate immediately started proposing why they had to be in the same van as you, all at once. 

Seokjin said he only got to speak to you before the observation room and needed to see if his Alpha would react like everyone else has so far.

Hoseok tops everyone, saying that he has only ever gotten to look at you, and it’s high time he was able to speak to the newest mate.

Jimin agrees with Hoseok and thinks he can help get Yoongi out of Alpha Space on the trip to the packhouse.

Taehyung keeps quiet, his Alpha Space pulling at him to be near you again soon. However, Taehyung’s Alpha was much calmer and understood that being the second youngest meant he would most likely not be allowed to go. 

Jungkook argues that he was the one who got you to calm down in the break room, and your instincts are already reacting to him. Therefore, he is the best person to keep you calm from here on out.

Rubbing his temples, Namjoon lets out a sigh. He said you were ‘no trouble,’ but you really are gonna be trouble for them, but not in a way he is worried about. It's just going to be a change in dynamic.

“Guys, we all want to spend time with our new mate, but we must remember that she is human and doesn’t understand. Right now, all she knows is that Yoongi is deep in Alpha Space, and we, as a pack, must help her situation.”

“How are we going to tell her, Hyung? If her family member's statement is true, she won’t believe us,” Jimin says, looking your way, ears flat in concern.

“That is a good question. I don’t have an answer right now.”

“We may not have much time to come up with something. She needs to know. She needs to understand,” Hoseok voices with watery eyes. If what that man upstairs said truly is the kind of person you are, they must help you grow to recognize yourself. 

Moving to hug Hoseok with the others, Jungkook adds, “She may know about hybrids, but she doesn’t know enough about the Alpha-side of the culture, and what’s even worse is that she doesn’t know how precious she is.”

“That’s it! I go in van. Show Mate real!” Taehyung finally speaks up. He turns to walk toward you with a puffed tail and determination, only to be stopped by Soekjin.

“No, you have spent time with her. She knows you care, but she still thinks I am looking at one of the playmates they introduced us to. I am going to go with her.”

Within seconds, they are back to all talking over each other. Each of them demanded the other stay behind with justifications. This time, Namjoon joins in the fray. None of them notice that you have entered the van, and Yoongi is standing just outside the circle, watching the hushed chaos. 

With a stern voice that is just a bit louder than everyone else, Yoongi declares, “Packhouse, go now. Mate in pain.”

Silence takes over the group as they all look in your direction. Though you are inside the van, they can still see you. Taking in your appearance, they notice your wrist keeps swelling more, your face is paler, and you are bouncing your leg with nerves.

"Yoongi-hyung is right. We need to go. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and I will go with Y/n. The rest of you will go in the other van,” Pack Alpha says with a hint of Alpha voice, trying his best to get everyone going. 

“No,” Soekjin counters. “I pull the eldest card. Kookie, I am sorry but you should go with the others and help with Tae. I want to talk with her.”

“Hyuuunnnnggg,” whined the youngest, “fine, I will sit in the reject van.” Jungkook stomps off to the second van. His ears droopy, and his shoulders rounded like a scolded child.

“We got our bun,” Jimin says as he follows, pulling the still crystal-eyed Taehyung along. He mutters promises of scenting, nesting, and various kinds of cuddles if the Alpha joins him and the bunny in the second van.

Taking a seat in the van, you notice two captain chairs and a bench seat. Not knowing where everyone else sat, you figured Yoongi’s Alpha would practically require him to sit near you, which meant the bench seat would be the best. 

Sitting in the middle of the bench but on the edge of the seat, you bounce your leg while you wait because your anxiety is still bugging you. Your wrist is throbbing now. 

You wish you had something to drink as you eye the bottles of water sitting in the different cup holders. Wishing they had something more potent, you keep quiet, and your eyes return to watching the group talk.

Noticing where your line of sight was, Manager Sejin grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler built into the center console, opened it, and held it out to you. “Would you like something to drink? We only have water.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir. I didn’t want to take something that belonged to the pack.”

Shaking his head, Manager Sejin can smell your nervousness as his eyes flit over your form. Then he takes a quick look at the pack. They are still deep in discussion. Finally, he looks you in the eye. 

With a sigh, “Miss y/n, may I give you some advice?”

Swallowing your water quickly, you give him your full attention and nod.

“You are a person. A person that has needs, wants, and desires. Don’t be afraid to speak up. Ask for things. Demand things. I know they can be a bit much but they are each a person just like you. Idol or not.”

At the sound of footsteps, both of you look to see some of them approaching. Before he moves to the front seat, he says, “They will be there for you.” 

You are not sure what was more surprising. The fact that the two captain's chairs could turn to face the backseat or that Yoongi allowed you to be sandwiched between his older packmates.

Seokjin entered first. He sat on the bench to your left, and you hurried over to give him room. This was short-lived because next came Hoseok.

Hoseok gracefully wiggled his way to your right side on the bench. No wonder he was a dance god, you thought to yourself as you dropped your eyes to the floor to avoid watching his chest and hips pass your face.

This puts you in the middle and unable to keep any respectful distance between yourself and them. Feeling a blush creep up your neck and face as the two men’s bodies pressed against your larger form, you move to sit on one of the other chairs. 

“Sit. Safe. Hyungs…hmmm…” Yoongi starts to explain, but his Alpha Space limits his words since he and his Alpha don’t want to give too much information about you being their mate just yet.

“Sit, please, doll. Yoongi will want to sit near the door to be your first line of defense. I guess you could say,” Hoseok speaks up gently, pulling at your elbow and guiding you back to your seat.

“Yes. Keep Safe. Guard.” Yoongi says with the look of a drill sergeant on his face as he takes the chair near the door. Namjoon, having already taken his seat in the other chair, spun it to face you.

“Guarding the door, got it but I could sit in the chair and Mr. Prime Alpha could sit with you. I am sure it would be more comfortable with him here than with me.”

Next thing you know, you are face-to-face with Seokjin as he leans his chest across your body to tighten you in. You hold your breath as you make eye contact with his deep, intelligent eyes.  

“I do hope you are not implying what I think you are,” Seokjin comments while handing Hoseok your seatbelt.

His eyes are searching yours for something. As your blush deepens, a smirk grows on his face before he says, “you are much more cozy to sit with than Joon, Miss y/n.”

You are dizzy at the thought of making yourself ‘cozy’ with Seokjin. Blinking rapidly, you try to return to this reality and out of the gutter as you chuckle a response, “Ah, cozy, haha, I don’t think Gabriel Iglesias uses that in his levels.”

A mixture of hissing and growls fills the van. Your eyes snap up to see that Seokjin is the one hissing as he sits back correctly. Looking over, you see Namjoon’s jaw is set, and Yoongi’s eyes have narrowed as they growl. 

Instinctually, you lean away from the dangerous noise makers which causes you to press against Hoseok. Placing a hand back on your elbow, he leans forward, whispering in your right ear, “Doll, I think you have had some rather mean and disrespectful people around you in your past, but you are with us now.”

“We do not allow for anyone to be self-deprecating. From the look on Yoongi’s face this isn’t the first time you have done this.”

Not taking your eyes off the three men whom you seemed to piss off yet again, “It’s not self-deprecation. It’s pointing out the truth, which helps me stay grounded.”

A soft hiss is heard in your ear, causing you to jolt forward, only to be stopped by an arm now around your waist. Hoseok chuckles as he pulls you back against his chest. His warm breath only adds warmth to your already heated skin. 

Whispering in your other ear, “While it is nice that you are so instinctually responsive to us, doll. You must learn to listen when you are told something. In time you will believe what we tell you as well.”

While time in the van seemingly stops and sound becomes non-existent, the focus is on you as you battle your various reactions. 

Your body responds in a mix of ways. The lean but fit body pressed against your back warms you, causing your heart rate to race. However, the deep chuckles, hot breath on your neck, and primal eyes watching you cause heat to start pooling lower on your body.

Your mind is back in your damn nightmare because you cannot seem to go more than five minutes without causing some kind of adverse reaction from the world’s most famous male K-pop band.

To top it off, you are internally scolding yourself for losing your professionalism when all you want to do is figure out how to make them stop being upset at you and hide before they notice that you are getting riled up over basically nothing.

Your gutter of a mind now takes the nightmare of being hunted by the pack of Alphas in a much different direction. 

“Kookie! Kookie! Come on, bun. You know Jin-hyung is only trying to find ways to help,” Jimin coos at the upset bunny hybrid. Shaking his head, Jimin wonders why it is his job always to calm down these two lovebirds.

Realizing Jungkook is a lost cause, Jimin undoes his seatbelt and sits in Taehyung’s lap, gaining his attention. Jimin asks, “Alpha, is this okay? We really need Tae Tae back to help with Kookie and our newest mate. If I scent you well, can you let go?”

The crystal blue eyes look over his slightly older mate,”Scent then help mates.”

Smiling sweetly at the Alpha, Jimin noses at his jaw, causing the tiger to tilt his head to grant more space. Scooting forward and resting fully on Tae’s thighs, Jimin rubs his cheek along Tae’s jawline. Soft puffs of warm air blow across Tae’s neck, causing the Alpha’s breath to hitch. 

Continuing his journey, Jimin sniffs down the tip of his ear, down his neck to the bend where the scent of ebony wood is most robust. Pressing a soft kiss to the gland, the scenting session continues. 

The scent of ebony wood, oranges, and vanilla mixes. It is not long before the pouting bunny hybrid starts to watch his hyungs. Long forgotten is the reason why he is upset as he slowly releases his own calming cinnamon-like scent into the mix. 

Realizing that he has successfully got one of the two mates into a better mood, Jimin ups the ante. Shifting his weight forward, he lays his body flush against Taehyung. Within moments, Taehyung’s hand gripped Jimin’s tiny waist, pulling him in tighter.

Chirping happily at the response, Jimin kisses up and down Taehyung’s neck. When Taehyung starts to scent Jimin back, Jimin nips over the scent gland and laves it with his tongue, mixing their scents deeper.

Soon, the youngest joined them on the bench, sniffing the air and whining. Shifting closer, his bunny tail wiggled, and his ears stood as tall as they could inside the van.

“Tae-hyung, Minie-hyung, can I join? Please?” Jungkook asks as he softly places a hand on Jimin’s thigh. 

Nodding, Jumin moves to the other side of Taehyung’s neck, and Jungkook takes his place. Drowning the spaced-out Alpha in the loving scents of his two mates.

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[theatricalmage]

The brainrot took over and so here's a vat7k hadestown au!! Don't know if I'll develop it fully but I liked designing it at least!

More info under the cut:

- Varian, the Coronan royal alchemist, tasks himself with deciphering an incantation capable of bringing the world back into tune. Times are tough, and the royal family + Quirin are doing their best to cope with the meagre crop yields and desolate weather (Corona not really being the sunshine kingdom - hasn't been for a while). He wants to help and do good and I think he'd be a good Orpheus.

- Hugo, having moved about from place to place, still has his interest in alchemy and does what he can to get by. He plans on temporarily staying in Corona before looting, but he encounters a certain like-minded scientist at the Snuggly Duckling. I think him being selfish works especially well in Eurydice's role, having a more pessimistic view of the world. It also works with how he gets drawn to Donella's offer of working for her later on, leading him to his death.

- Ulla as Persephone! I was initially stuck on whether to have Rapunzel (and either Eugene/Cass) as her (and Hades) but I was drawn to the connection that Hugo has to Donella and the Donella/Ulla relationship in vat7k just works too well. In this case, Ulla won't be Varian's mother. She's still gonna be somewhat of an inspiration to him though, being the previous Coronan royal alchemist and for her intelligence. For half the year, she'll return to Corona with food, drinks, and alchemical compounds/inventions, bringing Spring and Summer to the world, if only for a bit.

- Donella would be such an interesting Hades, losing sight of her love for Ulla, heart filled with fear and hurt, leading to bitterness and cruelty. Ingvarr being Hadestown and how by being the esteemed Ingvarrian engineer, she'd be in charge of major technological advances across the kingdoms and so would wield a significant amount of power (like how Hades is literally the ruler of the underworld). Ingvarr essentially being a near death sentence for its workers while also displaying its technological prowess, all still shrouded in mystery and corruption - a place so otherworldly compared to the rest of the kingdoms.

I didn't want to modify the outfits too much nor the personalities,, if anything I imagine the general plot beats being the same as the original musical/story but with slight differences that'd you get inherently as a result of these characters. I wouldn't want it to be the case where it's just the show but the names are changed. I'd want this to still make reasonable sense in this AU, with the actions being understandable for this particular cast of characters.

For Hermes, I ended up picking Xavier, as he's most knowledgeable of old legends and stories, which would work in reference to the Hades and Persephone myth (and so Donella and Ulla)! He'd act as a mentor figure for V, someone who can guide him in uncovering the forgotten incantation. Quirin would still be the good supportive dad he is (even if he doesn't fully understand his son's project).

Last but not least, the fates!! often lurking in the background, I'm still a bit stuck on who it could be? I'm tempted to have it be Raps, Cass, and Nuru as they've had celestial connections at some point (and ya know how stars can represent fate), but I also love the freckled siblings dynamic so much. Also Team Radical... Maybe Raps and Cass can be their normal selves but their Sundrop/Moonstone counterparts are the manifested physical forms of the fates? They wouldn't be visible to the characters though, just voices in the wind.

Anyways yeah!! Those are my thoughts. Do let me know if you've got any cool ideas or questions. I'm really combining my interests at full force and there's nothing anyone, not even myself, can do about it quite frankly. 😮‍💨

[topperscumslut]

Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed (Sejanus Plinth x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is the victor of the 9th Hunger Games and the beloved girlfriend of Coriolanus Snow, though she’s secretly in love with his best friend (in this au the hunger games progressed more quickly, for example mentors were already present before the 10th games etc etc). title inspired by Hot Freaks’ Puppy Princess!

Warnings: not much rlly tbh, a wee bit of angst but mostly FLUFFY FLUFFFFF. might write a smutty sequel if this does well (or just if i feel like it lol) but even then it would be more fluffy smut, like sweet love making rather than getting absolutely railed lmao yk? (i probably will so stay tuned if u like this and lmk if u wanna be tagged!)

spoiler free apart from references to coriolanus x lucy gray!!

ok actually it is a pretty good amount of angst nvm lmao

Word count: 2k

You sigh as you run your fingers over the tattered poster, so shiny and new only a year before, reading the now barely legible words. (Y/N) (L/N) Victory Tour, In Honor of the 9th Hunger Games, Arriving Soon in Your District. You remember your victory tour all too well. Despite the traumas you had endured as a victor, you’re grateful for how far you’ve come. Sure, you still have nightmares of your games every now and again, yet even still you have the best fate a girl from District 3 could ever hope for - you had fallen in love with a boy from the Capitol.

From an outsider’s perspective, it was the perfect love story. A doomed romance from the beginning; star crossed lovers, one might say, a Capitol boy and a District girl. When you had arrived at the Capitol for the 9th Hunger Games, near certain you had no chance of winning, your dashing mentor Coriolanus Snow had immediately taken a liking to you. He took you under his wing and coached you through your games, and when you had miraculously emerged victorious and returned to the Capitol, he decided that he wanted you for his own, and who were you to say no? Not even a few weeks before, you were just another girl from District 3, completely unknown, barely scraping by. Now you had been thrust suddenly into a lavish lifestyle with a handsome suitor to boot, adored by all of Panem; the nation’s sweetheart. After your games, you could have left it all behind. Sure, you would never be granted total anonymity being a victor, but you could have gone back to your beaten down home in District 3 and lived a relatively quiet life. After all, it’s not like the Snows had the finances to buy your freedom from your district and turn you into a full fledged Capitol citizen.

But the Plinths did.

You never particularly enjoyed Strabo Plinth as a person, but you couldn’t help but be grateful to him for what he had done for you. You had, however, immediately taken a liking to his caring wife, as well as his juxtaposition of a son, Sejanus, who clearly took more after his mother. In contrast to your rugged, analytical lover, Sejanus was gentle, complex. The two of you had become fast friends while Coriolanus had helped you prepare for the games.

And so before you knew it, this was your new life. At first you were anxious, concerned that your becoming a Capitol citizen and Coriolanus associating so intimately with a girl from the Districts would be seen as an act of rebellion and put you both in danger. However Coriolanus assured you that the nation loved you, both as an individual and as a couple. Sure, it was unexpected, yeah, it broke the (admittedly unwritten) rules, but that’s what made it oh-so fun to watch. Because at the end of the day, the games weren’t a competition - they were a show, and everyone loved an underdog.

There was only one minor flaw. You had fallen in love with a boy from the Capitol, yes, but it wasn’t the one you had so publicly given your heart to.

Your relationship with Coriolanus was practical, and that was about the only positive thing you could truthfully say about it. Neither of you were particularly wealthy or powerful individually, but together, you had potential. If you could keep all of Panem tuned in to your epic love story, you could almost certainly ensure mutual survival. You offered Coriolanus the opportunity to be known as not only a mentor to a victor, but a lover as well. And though nearly a year later his eyes had started to wander, the dapper blond had been quite infatuated with you when the courtship had begun, and Coriolanus was notoriously possessive. While his family was in the midst of financial hardship at the current moment, becoming a Capitol resident gave you the opportunity to get by still much more comfortably than you had in your impoverished home district. And who knew what volatility Coriolanus was capable of if you had rejected his advances? You had been coaxed into this very moment and had no other option but to grin and bear it. After all, all the girls you knew back home would kill to be in your position. A handsome sweetheart, financial stability courtesy of the Plinths, and the whole country all but worshiping you. Coriolanus Snow had offered you not only fame and fortune, but more importantly, security. Safety, in return for your undying affection.

Coriolanus was sweet at first. Charming, for sure. He was certainly attractive, yet he had never really had much of an effect on you. Maybe it was simply intuition. Or maybe it was the fact that he could never compare to his best friend, Sejanus Plinth.

Kind, pure Sejanus. The type of boy that, unlike Coriolanus Snow, truly made your head spin. The chemistry between you and Sejanus was unspoken, yet undeniable. However, you had already reluctantly sworn yourself to Coriolanus, and knew running off with his best friend would certainly put both you and your not so secret admirer in a treacherous situation. Sejanus Plinth was a risk you simply couldn’t afford to take.

What stung the most was that in any other situation, it could have worked. Sejanus was certainly more wealthy and influential than Coriolanus, not that that was what truly mattered to you. If you had been just a bit more fortunate, you could have had the boy you truly loved as your mentor and still have the same security and more that you were now so gracefully granted, if you had simply found your way to Sejanus before Coriolanus had set his sights on you and claimed you as his own. But unfortunately for you, your current romantic relationship was one built upon the grounds of survival rather than love.

If you were fully honest with yourself, you never truly loved Coriolanus - well, not romantically, at least. There was once a time where you had loved him as a dear friend, but in the time you had known him, he had become cruel and vitriolic. You knew from the start that he had always had it in him to become this way, though you had always naively hoped that he wouldn’t, that he would control himself, but the poison within his soul had soon taken over his cold, uncaring heart. He had become hardened by the misfortune of his family and gradually more complaisant in the ways of the Capitol, as well as secretly resentful of the great fortune of his supposed best friend and honorary brother Sejanus.

Now just over a year since you had met, the 10th Hunger Games were nearing to start. You had heard the whispers of Coriolanus sneaking around with his newest mentee, your replacement in more ways than one, Lucy Gray Baird; however it never bothered you. Lucy Gray knew that your relationship with Coriolanus was nothing more than a facade, and the two of you had become unlikely friends. You weren’t sure just how much of his affections for Lucy Gray were genuine, or how much was motivated by a desire to flatter her in an attempt to gain another victor to further his own career. Though Coriolanus’s mood was recently heightened by his new lover, he was still resentful of being assigned such an impoverished district for two years in a row and was prone to fits of rage over this perceived insult. While your home of District 3 was never much of a spectacle, Lucy Gray’s District 12 was miraculously even more down trodden, the poorest district of them all. You couldn’t help but wonder if this assignment was actually made to compliment Coriolanus, to show that if he could made a diamond in the rough out of you, that perhaps he could do the same for Lucy Gray.

As you sit alone in Coriolanus’s bed, still running your fingers gingerly along the photograph, you hear a knock at the door.

“Sejanus?”

“Oh, hey. Is Coryo around?”

You shake your head. “He’s out right now.”

Sejanus’s jaw tightens at your response. “With her?”

You nod unenthusiastically and can see the disgust and anger wash over his face as he makes his way over to you.

“It’s not her fault, Sejanus. She’s actually really sweet.”

He sits down on the bed next to you, careful to leave enough space between the two of you as to not make you uncomfortable. “I know it’s not. It’s his. Does it really not bother you at all?”

“Not particularly.”

He chuckles to himself. “You’re better than me, (Y/N). I don’t know how you put up with it. If I truly loved someone, it would kill me to see them with someone else.” He’s subtle, but you can tell exactly what he’s implying.

“Well good thing I don’t have to see it.”

“Fair enough.”

Sejanus looks sympathetically at you for a second, blissfully unaware that his kind, beautiful brown eyes are making you melt, before noticing the poster in your hand.

“Is that-”

“Yep.” You shiver, remembering your games, the things you saw… “I don’t think it ever occurred to him, the things I had to do in there.”

“It occurred to me.” He gently places his shaky hand on your knee, carefully surveying your expression to make sure you’re okay with the contact, to which you nod slightly, nearly involuntarily. “Look, I’ll say it since no one else in this screwed up place will, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You bite your lip, feeling butterflies in your stomach once again as he gives you that look and it takes everything in you not to lean in and kiss him right then and there. Your boyfriend could come home any moment, after all, and you quickly compose yourself, breaking Sejanus’s gaze. “It’s okay. I won. It’s the Hunger Games. It’s an honor.”

He inches carefully closer to you before speaking up again, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “(Y/N), you don’t have to pretend around me.”

You shake your head in denial. “I’m not pretending.”

“Then why haven’t I seen that light in your eyes that I love so much since you’ve left the arena? Why don’t you care that he’s always off with Lucy Gray? Why are the rules different for you than they are for him?���

And suddenly it hits you all at once. Sejanus is right. If Coriolanus is sneaking around with your friend everyday, even when they aren’t training, then what’s to stop you from doing the same to him? What do you owe him when all he’s ever done is keep you like a bird in a cage?

You don’t stop yourself, you don’t even think as you lean in and kiss Sejanus. He gets over the initial shock quickly and melts into it, cradling your body in his arms and pulling you in by the small of your back. You both pull away at the same time, not quite sure what’s gotten into you, but whatever it is, you like it.

“Coriolanus has never kissed me like that.”

“Go figure.”

His nerves kick in once again as he starts to stutter an apology before you shut him up by kissing him softly again.

“Since I first got to the Capitol… Sejanus, nothing here has felt right, except for you.”

“I could say the same about you,” he muses as he leans in once again, kissing you slow, both of you pretending the moment could last forever. If only…

[shintin]

The Wacky Widow's Woes

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Comedy one-shot

Summary: In a twist of fate, the most obnoxious person on Earth, Gojo Satoru, appeared by your hospital bed. Clearly, the universe had a wicked sense of humor.

Word count: 5k.

Genre: comedy, fluff, yapping (Jujutsu Kaisen au).

Warnings/Tags: humor, no angst, whipped Satoru Gojo, bitchy reader, a lot of jokes about chapter 236 of the JJK manga (my personal healing process), mention of Kitkat, prepare for Gojo's nauseating love for his wife, who's probably sick of him.

Notes: I hope you laugh your ass off while reading this.

You can read my fics on AO3. If you have any questions, don’t be shy and ASK.

On a very, very, very dull autumn afternoon, we find ourselves in a hospital room where its fancy ass curtains are just letting in enough sunlight to cast a gloomy, eerie glow.

There, on the bed, lies a woman who seems to have become one with the medical equipment—or, better to say, a high-tech octopus. Wires and tubes sprout from her body like overgrown vines, connecting her to an orchestra of beeping machines. It's like a twisted version of a modern art installation, where chaos and order collide in a symphony of medical mayhem.

The woman, blissfully oblivious to the cacophony surrounding her, snores away, blissfully lost in dreamland. It's almost comical how she manages to find solace amidst the tangled wires and the chorus of beeps. One might wonder if she's dreaming of a magical place where the cables turn into candy canes and the machines play cheerful tunes instead of somber heartbeats.

The lighting in the room sucks, perhaps to match the mood or new architectural ambiance design. For fuck's sake, who knows! Shadows dance across the walls, conspiring with the flickering fluorescent lights to create an atmosphere that's equal parts unsettling and strangely fascinating.

As if to bring a touch of irony to the scene, a sad excuse for a vase sits on a nearby table, barely holding onto life. Its wilted flowers, once vibrant and alive, now resemble a bouquet of autumn hues gone horribly wrong. It's a symbolic reminder that beauty is fleeting, just like the woman's health, and that even in the darkness, there's a twisted kind of beauty to be found.

The room carries the unmistakable scent of sterile cleanliness, mingled with a hint of despair. It's the kind of smell that makes you want to open a window and let in some fresh air (read jump out), but alas, in this hospital room, fresh air seems like a distant memory.

Well, hold on to your hospital gown because here's a plot twist for you! Picture this: you've been envisioning this serene hospital room, reading it in all its autumnal glory, and guess what? The woman lying on that bed, surrounded by beeping machines and tubes, is none other than... drumroll... you!

Yep, you're the star of the show, ready to wake up and face your second stroke. But hey, don't worry, it's not going to be as boring as your room décor. No, no, life has decided to throw you a curveball and add a dash of excitement to your hospital stay. Who needs a peaceful recovery when you can have a stroke sequel, right?

So get ready to jolt awake and embrace the chaos! Remember, even in between unexpected events, a good sense of humor can be the best medicine. Laughter might not cure your condition, but it can certainly make the hospital experience a little more bearable. So, chin up, brave stroke survivor! Your story is about to take an exciting turn!

Well, well, well.

As you wake up from your beauty sleep, feeling as if you've been smooching a cactus all night, the machines around you decide to unleash their inner DJs with a symphony of beeps. How thoughtful of them to create an auditory masterpiece that grates on your nerves like a tone-deaf choir. Ah, music to your ears, right?

But fear not, the brave warrior of hydration! You are on a noble quest to conquer the desert that has taken residence in your mouth. Summoning every ounce of strength (and probably some residual grumpiness), you muster the strength to ascend from your pillow fortress. With your hand gracefully reaching out for that tempting glass of water, victory feels within reach.

Your hand hovers mid-air as if suspended by an invisible force, frozen in a moment of pure disbelief. Just when you think the universe couldn't possibly play a more mischievous trick on you, there he was—sitting on the couch like he owns the place—the one person you would rather avoid more than a clown with a pie in hand. Seriously, is this some cosmic prank show?

Your eyes widen in disbelief, your heart skips a beat, and you can't help but let out a little groan. It's like the universe is trying to test your resilience, throwing you into this hilariously uncomfortable situation. Oh, the irony!

You: Hell no! What the fuck are you doing here?

Right in front of your very eyes sits the epitome of style and charm—a man sporting a white shirt and black pants combo that would weaken fashion gurus at the knees. No sunglasses dare cross the path of this confident fellow, for his piercing ocean-blue eyes need no protection from the sun's feeble attempts to outshine them.

But wait, there's more! Let's not forget about his head adorned with fluffy white hair that could rival the fluffiest clouds. Ugh!

Satoru: Hello to you too, love!

He strikes a pose that screams, "I'm the king of this couch!" With one leg casually crossed over the other and his arms spread wide on the back of the couch, he's claiming his throne in the most nonchalant and hilarious way possible.

Satoru: Is this how you greet your beloved husband?

You: Fuck off!

With the speed of a ninja on a caffeine high, you swiftly pull the blanket up to your chest, fully aware that the hospital gowns offer about as much coverage as a single sheet of tissue paper. Yes, those flimsy garments are the Victoria's Secret of the medical world—barely there and leaving little to the imagination! And just when you thought the situation couldn't get any more entertaining, you catch a glimpse of his famous smile. Asshole! Is he peeping on you?

Satoru: Aha! The feisty spirit lives on! Missed your sassy attitude.

He grins like a mischievous little rascal who just stumbled upon a secret stash of dad jokes, except it's a porn website!

Satoru: And, of course, your perked-up nipples!

Summoning your inner grumpy penguin, you dramatically cross your arms over your chest, shooting him a glare that could make a grizzly bear retreat in fear.

You: well, Mr. White-Haired Head with a stinky smirk and eyes bluer than a bottle of Windex, I didn't miss you AT ALL!

Satoru: Why, oh why, did you dye your hair white if you claim not to miss me, baby? Is it some secret signal to the hair gods that you're ready to experience the adventure of life without my captivating presence? Or perhaps it's your way of channeling the wisdom of Gandalf and Dumbledore, hoping that your newly snowy locks will grant you magical powers to forget all about me?

You: Hold your horses, chatterbox! My hair has turned snowy white without any meddling from me. No, I didn't secretly sprinkle it with magic hair dye while cackling like a mischievous sorcerer, you idiot!

Satoru: Whoopsie daisy! You've got a point there. Did I accidentally step on your delicate feelings, wise and experienced grandma?

In a grand display of determination, you muster every ounce of strength to grab the pillow behind your back, preparing to launch it at him. Alas, it seems the strength of a thousand paperclips has possessed your hands, rendering them feeble and incapable of fulfilling your pillow-throwing dreams. The valiant effort leaves you gasping for air as if you have just completed a marathon of pillow-tossing.

Satoru: Yowai mo!

He erupts into laughter, showcasing his undeniable talent as a professional tease.

You: Cut the crapola! Spill the beans! What on earth has brought you to this neck of the woods?

With your firm tone that could rival a drill sergeant's, the machine begins beeping faster than a sugar-rushed hummingbird on roller skates. It's as if the beeps are making their best impression of a hyperactive jazz band, matching the frantic tempo of your skyrocketing heart rates.

Satoru: I'll be rolling on the floor in laughter if you drop dead from the sheer intensity of your anger, Granny. Let's be real; finding inner peace is way more beneficial for you in the long run. Just saying!

You: Satoru!

Satoru: Yep, that's me. Breaking hearts and taking names. Can't a poor soul like me simply pay a visit to my dear wife on her deathbed?

You: Hell to the no! You can't just waltz in our life whenever you please! Sorry, but you lost that VIP visiting privilege when you—

Satoru: Oh, and on that note, could that charming chick who graced you with her presence earlier be our beloved daughter?

You sigh, exasperated, and gently rub your forehead as if trying to coax that headache into submission. Ah, the joys of a headache that seems set on conquering you before any actual sickness does. With a dramatic sweep of your hand across your face, you channel your inner drama queen and then grab your neck.

You: Oh, please, for the love of all that is awkward, just tell me that you didn't try to work your "smooth moves" on her.

Satoru: I was this close to making a move, you know? She's like a spitting image of when I was head over heels for you! It's like you've managed to clone yourself or something. Should I be worried? Did you secretly stash away all my precious genes and hoard them for your own amusement? Well, I guess I can't blame you for wanting to keep all those sperms to yourself! But seriously, she doesn't look like me at all. I am hurt!

He pouts like a baby, forever stuck in his eternal state of immaturity, but you aren't about to let that deter you. With an air of defiance, you casually lean against the hospital bed board, gazing intently at the serum making its grand entrance into your veins. Oh, and that obnoxious machine chiming away? You can't help but wish it could just shut up.

You: It's actually better for her, you know. At least she doesn't have anything that serves as a constant reminder of her absent father, who couldn't even be bothered to be present during her birth!

Your words are like a sarcasm waterfall, cascading with vicious wit. You've mastered the art of tongue-in-cheek remarks, and while you're fully aware of their potency, you couldn't care less. It's like you've got a license to sass, and you're not afraid to use it, even if it makes the world say, "Well, ain't you a delightful ray of sunshine!"

Satoru: Let's not paint the picture as if I had some glamorous options! Nope, I was bestowed with the honor of being the designated problem-solver, the one expected to handle it all while gracefully tiptoeing through—

You: Oh, pretty please! If it's not too much trouble, continue your reign as the honored one through heaven and earth, while sparing me from any additional bouts of annoyance. I must say, it's quite the talent you possess—being both honored and a master of irritation. Quite the balancing act, I must admit!

As you clench the blanket in desperation, that rebellious needle gleefully plunges itself into your hand. Fuck unexpected pain! And there, decorating your arm like a chilling masterpiece, are the bruises—trophy marks from your encounters with the needle army. Who knew injections could become an avant-garde art form? With tears welling up and the air growing thinner, it feels like the room is leaving you gasping for breath just to have a twisted sort of fun. Bravo, universe, for your fucked up sense of humor! A standing ovation for this macabre spectacle.

Satoru: Love?

You: …

Satoru: Baby?

You: …

Satoru: My Wondrous Whipped Cream Warrior, the Caramel Crusader, the Sprinkle Spritzer, the Marshmallow Maestro, the Treat Tornado, the Sugar Rush Superstar, the Jelly-filled Joy Bringer, and the Sweetness Sorceress who turns my world into a Never-ending Dessert Buffet! The Honeyed Pussy of—

You: WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT, SATORU?

You are wheezing like a chain-smoking asthmatic, desperately gasping for air, and his attitude is about as helpful as a wet matchstick. You and the mysteries of poor life choices! What possessed you, in that twisted moment of madness, to willingly plunge into the depths of infatuation with him? It's a dark, twisted enigma that not even the Grim Reaper could decipher.

Satoru: Are you still mad?

As you tilt your head, there he is, looking at you with those big, blue eyes, like a lost poppy desperately trying to win the "Most Heart-Melting Flower" award. What a sneaky trickster! He knows exactly what he is doing, employing his secret weapon of irresistible gazes, and darn it; it works like a charm! You can't resist the powers of those eyes, and you reluctantly surrender, cursing his effective tactics while secretly admiring his diabolical brilliance. Well played, Mr. Blue-Eyed Mother Fucker, well played.

You: I never stopped being mad at you!

Satoru: Fair, but you have to know that—

You: Spare me the creative excuses, please! You pulled off the greatest magic trick of all—knocking me up—and then poof! You disappeared into thin air, leaving me with a growing belly and a bewildered expression. Good job, Houdini!

Satoru: You're welcome, baby. But you've got to cut me some slack here! My job description practically has "Accident Enthusiast" written all over it. It's not like I wake up in the morning, rubbing my hands together, thinking, "Oh boy, I can't wait for another mishap!" So, let's blame it on my occupational hazard, shall we?

You: Oh, well, then, thank you so much for gracing us with your presence again! You chose to go down that path because, of course, you believed you were the one and only capable being in the universe. And oh, how lucky we are that you decided to leave me and our daughter behind. It's truly heartwarming to see you saunter back into our lives after years like it's just another casual stroll in the park. I mean, who needs a father figure during precious moments like birth, first words, and first steps, right? Clearly, you had more important things to attend to. Our daughter has grown up and gone through school, and I've had the pleasure of explaining why her dad couldn't be bothered to pick her up like those "normal" dads. Graduation, dating, first job—she did it all without you, and we couldn't be more grateful for your consistent absence. Now you have the audacity to—

You start coughing, and each painful gasp feels like your lungs are being ruthlessly ripped apart, leaving behind crimson stains on your once immaculate sheets and hands. And there he stands, towering tall, as handsome as the day he first stole your heart. It's just not fair that he still looks so good while sickness has mercilessly drained the life from your weary soul. He approaches you, the lingering scent of vanilla clinging to him, a bittersweet reminder of what you once cherished but now resentfully long for.

Satoru: Take a sip of water. Do you want me to help you?

Oh, he's all worried now, isn't he? But honestly, after enduring all that post-him misery, you're not about to let him off the hook just because he's offering a glass of water. Come on, you might be a little dumb, but you're not "drink-water-and-forget-all-the-pain" dumb! Nice try, buddy, but you'll need more than H2O to wash away the mess you left behind.

You: I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN HELP! How about you kindly take a flying leap back to wherever you've been hiding all this time? I'm sure you've perfected your disappearing act by now. And don't forget to leave behind a trail of glittering resentment as you go, just to keep things spicy. Ta-ta, farewell, and may you step on a thousand Lego bricks on your way out!

Satoru: Listen up, partner in crime! I've had enough of leaving you to your own devices. It's been tough for me, too, and I sincerely apologize for piling on the hardship. But I learned my lesson! Starting right this very moment, I'm making a solemn vow never to ditch you again. Consider me your loyal sidekick, ready to tackle life's challenges together, even if it means enduring endless reruns of your favorite TV show or subjecting myself to your cooking experiments. We're in this for the long haul, love!

You use the sleeve of your flimsy, ridiculous gown to clumsily wipe away the blood from your mouth, all the while shooting him a perplexed look. Seriously, how on earth does he still manage to gaze at you with those doe eyes, all lovey-dovey, when you're rocking the vampire-on-a-sunlit-day aesthetic?

You: So, you decided to grace me with your presence just because I'm sick?

Satoru: Yes.

You: I see how it is! You're not here because you missed me, huh?

Satoru: Uh-oh, am I about to witness another round of your infamous anger? But hey, before you explode like a volcano, let me enlighten you that I didn't write the rulebook on how things work. Nope, not my area of expertise. Turns out, the universe didn't consult me when setting up the whole system. It seems they left me out of the committee meeting where they decided the rules of life. Classic!

You: Does it hurt?

Satoru: It hurt me badly because I snapped in half like a Kit-Kat bar. And no, there wasn't a delicious wafer filling in between, just pure pain and emotional wreckage.

You: Come on, Satoru! This is not the time for your quirky sense of humor. I mean, seriously, I saw your guts out in the open, and to top it off, ants decided to take a leisurely hike on them.

Satoru: TV producers really went all out with the graphic details, huh? Sure, I appreciate high-definition viewing, but did they need a close-up of my stuff? Talk about taking reality TV to a whole new level! I hope they provided a warning. Note to self: avoid snacking while watching shows that involve anatomical explorations!

You: SATORU!

Satoru: Alright, alright, no need to get serious! Can't a man crack a joke about his own death around here? Fine, I'll hold your hand during the whole thing. You know, I once spouted that cliché line about dying alone, but let's face it, that was a load of nonsense. Nobody goes down that final road solo. It's like a grand exit party!

You: Oh, really? So, you had some company, huh? Well, you know what they say: ignorance is bliss. I don't need the details, and my imagination can take a wild ride all on its own

Satoru: Jealousy looks good on you, love.

As he bends closer, his breath tickles your lips, making you wonder if he had onions for lunch. With a dramatic flourish, he grabs your chin as if auditioning for a cheesy romance movie. And then, like a vacuum cleaner on turbo mode, he plants a kiss that sucks the air right out of your lungs. It's like indulging in a dessert buffet filled with marshmallows, caramel, and insulin shots. Who needs a thrill ride at an amusement park when you can experience a sugar rush of epic proportions? You may be risking diabetes, but hey, at least you'll be leaving this world with a sweet tooth satisfied and an unforgettable, albeit comical, memory of that last smooch.

Unfortunately, after what feels like a fleeting eternity, he decides to break the kiss. As your eyes meet, you can't help but sneak a glance downwards, wondering if his pants harbored any surprises. Alas, it appears that either he's a master of disguise or ghosts have taught him their spectacular talent for concealment. Sneaky whores!

Satoru: Are you ready to go?

Oh, snap! Once the horniness fades away, reality hits you like a ton of bricks. Holy shit! How did you manage to forget about your daughter? Leaving her behind is definitely not the best parenting move. Time to snap back into responsible mode and give that little one the attention she deserves. Parenthood: where forgetfulness meets a reality check!

You: Will she be okay?

Satoru: She's our little munchkin. She'll be alright.

You: I want to see her for the last time.

Satoru: You can see her whenever you want.

You: WHAT?

He scratches his head, messing up his undercut, desperately trying to dodge eye contact like a game of social hide-and-seek.

Satoru: Ops! Did I just spill the beans on one of the perks of the afterlife? My bad! My master plan was to witness that priceless guilty expression on your face when we reached the pearly gates. Imagine your shock when you realized you blamed me for no reason, only to discover I had a front-row seat to all your shenanigans during all those years! Oh, the things I've seen! I know how many times you've touched yourself thinking about me! No judging, though! And yes, I know you secretly fumed when our little bundle of joy uttered "Dada" before "Mama." Don't worry, I won't tell a soul... except, you know, all the other souls up there. It's the ultimate celestial gossip!

You: WHAT? YOU KNOW EVERYTHING? THEN WHY THE FUCK YOU ASKED IF SHE'S OUR DAUGHTER?

Satoru: First, just to tickle your pickle. Second, as I cunningly planned.

You: You're still a brat!

Satoru: And you're still as beautiful as the day I lost you.

You: Smooth words, my friend, but let's not kid ourselves. I won't buy into any deceit. I'm old, wrinkled, and sick. Time and disease are killing me, just as you hated. Meanwhile, you continue to flaunt that glorious chiseled chest and those rock-hard butt cheeks.

Satoru: Thank you, ma'am, for keeping my ass in your thoughts. Speaking of which, I must confess I've made some boneheaded decisions along the way. Opting for death in the name of someone else can seem like a breeze compared to the complexity of choosing to live for them. So, kudos to you for being the badass who faced life's challenges to honor my memory.

You: I hope this is not just a dream.

Satoru: We can give it a try and see for ourselves.

As Satoru reaches out his hand, something extraordinary unfolds—the machine starts beeping. You look at the device, noticing that the time between beeps gradually increases. But then, your gaze shifts to your cherished spouse, the man whose absence has left an indelible void within you. The man with whom you would have fearlessly confronted doomsday on that fateful December 24th in 2018, had it not been for the fact that you were carrying his last trace of existence, a precious legacy nestled within your very being.

You: You feel so warm.

Satoru: Some things never change.

His hand gracefully slides towards your waist, triggering a chain reaction of chaos. Those pesky wires and tubes that were so dutifully attached to you? Well, they decide it's time for a break and go on a wild unplugging spree. It's like a rebellious dance party of freedom for those little connectors! And just when you thought things couldn't get any more exciting, your feet are about to touch the chilly floor, ready to embark on an unplanned adventure.

You: Hold up! Fetch my wheelchair for me!

Satoru: You don't need it anymore.

As you place your feet on the floor, you can't help but chuckle at the fact that your knees manage to hold up, allowing you to stand upright. The machines emit a continuous beeping sound, indicating a flat line on the monitor. Suddenly, the door swings open, and a troupe of nurses storm into the room. They swiftly gather around your motionless body lying on the bed. One nurse examines your vital signs, another administers an injection into your vein, and a third retrieves a machine to deliver cardiac shocks in an attempt to revive you. Witnessing these intense moments, you hold Satoru's hand tighter.

You: I don't want to come back.

Satoru: Are you sure?

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes and trickle down your cheeks as you gaze at him.

You: Yeah. I've spent more time living with your memory than I've had the opportunity to live alongside you.

Satoru's grip on your hand intensifies like he's determined to etch his touch into your very being. He lifts your hand delicately, planting a tender kiss upon it. Drawing you closer to him, he envelopes you in an embrace, burying your face in the warmth of his chest. With gentle affection, he presses a kiss upon the crown of your head, leaning his head upon yours.

As teardrops trickle onto your head, you find yourself clinging to him desperately, as if trying to hold onto the fragments of a shattered existence. In that agonizing moment, the harsh reality of his unfulfilled roles crashes down upon you like a relentless wave. He has endured the torment of being a husband bereft of a wife, a father denied a child, and a sensei forsaken his students.

Satoru: I will never let go of you anymore.

You: Is this just another one of those "oops, my bad" promises? You know, like when you swore to be to hold me for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health?

Satoru: Heyyy! I held you till death do us part. I even remember, the night before my, um, grand finale, I held you so good that you had spread your legs, moaning my name and begging me to hold you harder.

Just as you are ready to break free from his grasp and deliver a well-deserved bonk on his clueless head, the scene takes an unexpected turn. Your doctor rushes into the room and towards your bed, barking orders left and right, and proceeds to administer yet another mysterious injection into your poor, defenseless vein.

Deciding to redirect your attention, you avert your gaze and catch sight of your reflection in the nearby window. To your astonishment, your hair has magically reverted to its former glory, defying the clutches of time. Wrinkles? Vanished as if a skilled magician performed a grand disappearing act. You're suddenly transported back to the good ol' days of youthfulness. Bewildered, you inspect your once-bruised hands, only to find them as flawless as a newborn's.

You: Satoru? What's—

Satoru: I know, right? It turns out one of the unexpected bonuses of kicking the bucket is that you get to rock your sexiest form once again. So, brace yourself because I won't behave when you sashay around in that gorgeous drop-dead gown. I can't keep it in my pants till we arrive and I start making cream pies and babies with you!

You: Oh, my goodness! Does it actually work in the afterlife as well?

Satoru: You're referring to my... um, dick? Let me tell you, it still has the same old magic, if not a little extra pizzazz! It's like a fine wine, aging gracefully and delivering peak performance in the afterlife. Who knew there would be such perks beyond the grave?

You: No, idiot! I mean babies!

Satoru: How should I know? I made sure to wear a condom during my frisky encounters with angels.

You can't help but release an exasperated breath, causing your ears to turn as red as a tomato in a sauna. The thought of giving him a good old-fashioned strangling and sending him off to the after-afterlife has you chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

Satoru: Would it tickle your funny bone if I threw caution to the wind and played a game of "heavenly roulette" with unprotected encounters, potentially earning myself some out-of-this-world STD souvenirs?

With a masterful brow raise and a world-class eye roll, you are all set to deliver the ultimate "exit stage left" move. But he pulls off the ultimate surprise maneuver and hits you with the "Hold up, wait a minute" move. He has a secret superpower to freeze you in your snarky tracks! Goddammit! Those puppy eyes again.

Satoru: I was joking, okay? I just jerked off while watching your showering or self-exploration activities. I mean, fingering yourself while calling my name. That's it! Okay? Also, we should have a talk about that dildo you named Hollow Purple!

You: So, it seems you shamelessly watched everything, hm?

Satoru: Yes. Absolutely! I had a lot of spare time to slay, and, hey, let's not divert our attention from the Hollow Purple subject, you dirty little mouse!

You: God! Kill me already!

Satoru: Why? You're just itching to infiltrate the kingdom of my pants, aren't you?

You: You know what? I've had a change of heart. I'd rather try my chances with cosmic sickness than spend an eternity with your delightful company!

Satoru: Goodness gracious! You and your fiery temper! How on earth did you manage to cast a spell on me, making me fall for you?

You: It's common knowledge among our friends that everybody should bow down to your shameless expertise in the art of begging!

Satoru: Is that so?

He displays a smug smirk, his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

Satoru: Well, we can ask when we see them.

Your eyes go from their regular setting to full-on "wide-angle lens" mode, capturing the world in all its wide-eyed wonder. It is as if someone presses the "zoom" button on your peepers, revealing a comical level of astonishment.

You: They are there, too?

Satoru: Oh boy, buckle up for Nanamin's epic rage when he discovers our fashionably late entrance!

You: Well, chop-chop! Time to hit the road! We wouldn't want to unleash the wrath of the entire afterlife just because your chatty ass decided to go on such a long monologue!

He leans in and gently kisses your forehead, intertwining his fingers with yours as he guides you towards the door. As you both stand at the doorway, you cast a lingering gaze upon the nurses and doctor, who seem to have thrown in the towel on their attempts to revive you.

Satoru: I can't wait to spook everyone alongside you. You'll forever be my always.

Author's Note: I had an absolute blast writing this.

@enchantedforest-network 🤍

[mingyus-blackcard]

★彡[ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ]彡★

Pairing : Kim Mingyu x Male reader 

Words : 1.2K

Genre : Fluff, Idol au, strangers to lovers, fate au

TW : little friendly insults given by friends to each other

Music: Company by Justin Bieber

A/N : This was requested . I did change the plot given in the request little bit to suit the writing. Hope the person who requested this likes it!

“Learn how to walk, stranger.” 

Y/N was definitely annoyed after bumping into a random stranger in the streets of Milan, his day was going amazingly well; getting up to hang out with his friends, then getting lost in the streets of Milan, being absolutely lost for the whole day beforebumping into a brick wall, which also happened to be the stranger’s chest he just bumped into. 

“I am so sorry, I really wasn’t seeing where I was going and I don’t know where I am-”

“You lost too?” Y/N cut off the stranger’s rant.

“Yeah” The stranger sheepishly replied.

“That make the two of us then.”

“Y/N”

“Nice to meet you, the stranger who clearly is not blind.” The stranger replied, holding out his hand.

Y/N shook the hand offered and let out a pained chuckle, taking a moment to look at the stranger in front of him, extremely tall, long hair, dark eyes and wearing a mask despite Covid not being there.

“You an idol or something?”

The guy seemed to tense up before replying, “Nah, just a college student.”

“What’s ur major?”

“Major?”

“The subject you are pursuing dumbass.”

“Oh, um, Music.”

“Cool, I am a physics major.”

“I could never.”

“You never know, you are pursuing your passion, I am not.”

“The life is yours, when you dream, it’s up to you to follow it. You can’t please everyone in this so called world.”

“Your inner musician is calming and gives good advice. What’s your name? I had a full fledged conversation with you despite knowing your name.”

“Your eyes are pretty.”

 “I wear lense, you idiot.”

“You just called me blind, a brick wall, a dumbass and an idiot in less than 5 mins of meeting.”

“And if we stay in touch, that’s just the starting.”

“What makes you say I would stay in touch with you?”

“You have been conversing with for the past 6 mins.” Y/N casually said, giving a side eye look to the guy before actually checking the time on his watch.

“Makes sense”

“I always do.”

“You have too much self confident.”

“Says the person who is afraid of showing his face.”

“Says the person who is studying a subject taken from a Apple falling.”

“You did not just- says the person who is studying tune which machines make.”

“Says the person who is on verge of performing law of gravity.”

Y/N just stood there, shocked at the audacity of the person in front of him. 

“That was a good comeback. I will give it to you.”

“I have millions of people saying I have good comebacks.”

“You be a social bee bro.”

“I can be little shy sometimes.”

“I am super shy~ super shy~ but wait a minute till I make you mine~”

The stranger just stood there, watching the guy in front of him break into super shy without a reason.

“I am sorry, whenever I hear someone say they are shy, I can’t help but-” Y/N showed the hook step “ and break into this.”

“I get it, it’s addictive.”

“Wait, you are into Kpop?”

“Yeah, it’s nice music.”

“Damn.”

“I have met newjeans.”

Y/N mustered all his strength to hit the stranger on the bicep but instead hurted himself, letting out a moan of pain. 

“Why are you so muscular ?”

“That’s what you get for hitting me.”

“You have met-”

“Newjeans”

“I am jealous.”

“Don’t be”

“I will be”

“Have it your way.”

“I have seen seventeen in a award show.”

“I have too.”

“Who is your bias?”

“Wonwoo.” The stranger replied, giving him the dead eyes.

“Mine too.”

“Your favourite song?”

“Shadow”

Y/N just started at the stranger, “Mine too.”

“You are copying me.”

“Excuse me, I just met you!”

“Well Y/N, you certainly seem to be stalking me.”

“Again, I just met you.”

“This could be act, for all I know you could be serial killer Y/N.”

“I was in Korea before this.”

“I belong to Korea.”

“You are here for the concert right?”

“Seventeen is in Milan, how can I not go to their concert?”

“You rich”

“Not much, just a few million dollars.”

Y/N proceeded to faint, die and reincarnate in his brain, trying to process how can a guy just casually drop the bomb that his a millionaire and say it’s not much money.

“Give me your address.”

The stranger eyed Y/N suspiciously, “Why…”

“To steal your money of course, since you don’t appreciate it.”

“I very much appreciate my money, thank you.”

“Lend me some then.

“I don’t even know you stranger.”

“You know my name, it’s Y/N, I am a physics major at Yonsei, my family has four members, my parents and my younger brother. I have two dogs. My favourite food is chicken sandwich with barbecue sauce with pickles and chips on side-”

“That’s too much information you are giving to me.”

“You still didn’t tell me your name.”

“Are you here with your friends?”

“Yeah, got separated from them while looking for the food stand, didn’t find the food or the people of them though.”

“I hope you win this war against the streets of Milan.”

“Haha funny”

“I get that.”

That minute of silence that followed allowed both of them to be aware of their surroundings. They were still standing on the corner of the streets, in the soft, warm glow of the setting sun, they had shared stories, laughter, and a connection that seemed to defy the busy world around them, that buzz of connection which could not be ignored.

 They didn’t know each other’s background, yet they felt they have known each other for long. They didn’t know each other’s favourite colour, yet they would want it to be colour of each other’s eyes. They didn’t know each other’s movie yet they wanted it to be the first one they watch together. They didn’t know each other’s favourite food, yet they hoped it would be the one they make for each other.

“Your name. You always avoid the question.”

The stranger locked eyes with Y/N before replying that Y/N would not like he exposed himself.

“It’s not like you are my enemy, he is still in Korea, busy sucking up to his girlfriend.”

The stranger fiddled with his mask, thinking of the consequences, but mustering up the courage and removing it. 

Y/N let out an audible gasp, 

“You are-”

“Kim Mingyu, from seventeen.”

“It kind of makes sense now.”

“I hope it doesn’t change the way you see me.”

“Don’t worry, I still see you as a dumbass and idiot.”

“I have Wonwoo unlike you.”

“You can’t just use the bias card on me”

“Yet here you met your bias’s soulmate”

“Yet here I am arguing with a brick wall.”

“Yet here you are talking to a brick wall made in the gym by hard work.”

“Yet here you are talking to a brain who studies way more than you.”

“Yet here we are starting a summer that no one was ready for.”

“Yet here I am Mingyu, asking if you would like to be my company?”

[madelynraemunson]

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

MODERN AU • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

slight age gap (Steve is 31, reader is 23); reader goes by the nickname "Sweets"

CW: slight age gap relationship, drinking, smoking, gambling, physical altercations, manipulation, abuse (DV, emotional, financial, mental), profanities, eventual smut

*loosely inspired by sara cate’s salacious players club*

Summary: 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄. Steve Harrington has the WORST luck with the ladies. His high school sweetheart left him for another dude, his former fuck buddy is dating his roommate, and his dream girl is a lesbian. King Steve is losing hope. That is until he meets you — a newly graduated university student from Seattle — when your paths cross on a fateful night in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... that is until your risky business trickles over to Hawkins, Indiana, a town your best friend knows of a little too well.

theme song: call out my name by the weeknd

tag list is open 💌✨

Chapter 001: PROLOGUE

word count: 1.7k words

♛

Winter 2024

“WATCH OUT INDIANAPOLIS — you're about to get... absolutely SOAKED!”

The booming voice of a man in Steve’s bedroom stirs him awake.

Letting out a ferocious yawn, The King rubs his eyes free of the annoying crust in the corner of his sockets, flopping around one more time before doing his routine stretch.

“Google,” Steve commands. “Turn off the TV.”

The TV immediately switches off. It’s nothing personal to meteorologist Marcus Bailey, but if Steve ever needed an accurate forecast of Indianapolis, all he would have to do is look outside his penthouse window. And that, after brushing his teeth, is just what he does.

"G'morning Indy,” he sighs happily on his balcony before going back inside.

Steve then makes his way over to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast.

“Google,” he calls out again. “Open the curtains, please.”

Google replies:

“Opening curtains. Good morning — Steve.”

"Google, what's my schedule looking like today?" "Google, text Dustin." “Google, what is the weather looking like in Nevada?” “Google, turn on my shower tunes.”

The best thing about not living with Eddie Munson anymore, is that Steve can shamelessly sing Amy Winehouse in the shower without being hounded about it.

“We only saaaid GOODBYE, with WORDS!” Steve sings, confidently off-key. “I died a hundred times! You go back to her, and I goooo baaack toooo…”

"Scanning fingerprint...”

an automated voice announces at the entrance of Steve's walk-in closet.

Swish...

The door slides open. Sauntering his way inside, Steve ventures for some slick black athleisure down to the shoes, his usual musky cologne, and some matching sunglasses (despite the gloomy forecast prediction).

Black. 🎶

Steve Harrington is ready for the day.

---

"Google, make reservations for 3 people at Tony's Steakhouse at 7pm please."

All Steve had left to do for the day now was grocery shop. Which was always a hassle. Because sometimes, the store doesn't have the specific brand he's looking for so the shopper has to opt for an alternate version. Or sometimes, the shopper assigned to him that day chooses produce that is nearing its expiration date making every fruit in his bag a mushy mess. It doesn't happen too often, but it sure feels inconvenient as hell when it does. There are worse problems in life though, so Steve really can't complain.

*Ring, ring. Ring, ring*

The very distinct and custom ringtone has Steve bolting across the room to answer the call. One of his best friends was on the other line.

"Yello?" he says into the phone.

"Hey, it's Shy Girl," comes a voice. "Eddie and I are pulling in."

"Pull off to the side. Valet's got it. I'll send you guys up."

A bottle of cabernet sauvignon a la Steve awaits the pair when they make their way over. Consider it a Tony's pre-game.

"GameWorld stock is up 4% today,” Steve's buddy, and owner of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Eddie Munson announces as the two clink glasses. "I don’t have much faith in it though, figure I’ll get my pie slices from actual grocery stores. Like Meijer.”

“Everyone's always gonna need groceries,” Steve points out. "Definitely. Just don't day trade. Not now."

"Ooh, you hear that, Eds?" Shy Girl nudges him. "You gotta be careful where you put your money."

"I gotta be careful with my money, period," Eddie smirks. "You're a danger to my pockets, angel."

"Oh but you love me," she says.

"Yeah," Eddie gives in, grabbing his lover's dainty digits, trailing his fingers across hers, and rubbing the glistening rock that took up most of her left hand on the distal side. "I sure do."

"I'm just... so proud of us," Steve sappily reflects. "So much has happened over the past two years and we've all come so far."

"Yeah," Shy Girl agrees. "And it's about fucking time we celebrate."

"I agree," Eddie chimes in, raising his glass once again. "This weekend trip is going to be... one for the books."

"Viva Las Vegas," Steve toasts. "Cheers."

"Viva Las Vegas!"

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

Black and red.

They're the two colors that occupy your closet the most. But of course, after graduating from Washington State University (or Wazzu, for short), you expected nothing less.

You could do with some more sequins though, you think to yourself as you pack your bags.

"What do you think of this, Sweets?"

Peering over your shoulder, you see that your best friend, Elle has started festivities early, managing to hold two glasses of champagne in one hand, and six-inch stilletoes in the other.

"Can't take the party out of the girl, that's for damn sure," you respond.

When you left Seattle to attend WSU Pullman, Elle was your only friend in business class. Mainly because the class was predominantly for dudes, but eventually you found out that you two have a lot in common.

Elle is everything you would want in an older sister figure: she is both book smart and wise, she is sexy, and she eats men for breakfast. And, now that she's about to celebrate the launching of her lingerie business (along with her Dirty 30s Era), and you're about to enter your new-grad era, you two are hitting up Las Vegas to go ham together one last time.

It's all so bittersweet. You owe everything to the Warrens, having taken you in when you were a lost undergrad. It also sucked quite a bit not having a support system after graduating high school. You and Elle were all each other has. Which makes this inevitable separation so much more painful.

"Are you sure you're okay with Vegas by the way?" you question. "I know since the split, being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 can kinda be triggering.”

"Don't worry about it, love," she shakes it off. "The past is in the past. This is a new era of me."

Cheers to that. Clinking your airport-pregame champagne glasses with one another, you raise a toast to yourselves, celebrating how far the two of you have come over the past four years.

"To friendship."

"To friendship."

"To being elegant and educated."

"To elegance and education."

"And to being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives."

You giggle as you raise your glass of champagne even higher.

"To being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives," you two take a sip at the same time. "And no matter how near and no matter how far, we're always gonna be besties."

"I love you, Sweets."

"I love you too, Isabelle."

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[cosmicasteroids]

Qsmp lore hcs and thoughts !

This is mostly character techno based so I’ll use Q!techno and also based around chayanne and some other things.

Phil mentioned that techno helped guide chayanne in the fight against ender!phil that lasted for like three days and I already had some like small lore on where technos been in the events of the qsmp character wise. Techno was a conduit for the blood god due to this the voices and everything onlt got worse with time and even healthy outlets fell through. Techno took this as a personal mission to bring his fight to the blood god in the spirit realm and left his own cloak and a note behind for Phil before leaving to go fight the gods themselves.

Thing is when techno won that fight and the blood god was slain there was now a new champion to take on the rule of blood and war kind of like a, ‘you kill the king you now are the new ruler situation’, you topple the god off his tower and now the realms deem you to be that god. Techno didn’t anticipate this and now is bound to be and become the new blood god and carry out his tasks and deeds and keep the realms in balance as the other gods. Bros just kind of winging being a god he didn’t come out here to be trapped in the spirit realm forever and become a immortal being, tis was not the plan.

In present day techno uses his god hood to watch over Phil and the his new family he has when the fight with the enderking happened between Phil and chay techno stood in to help guide chayanne through the whole fight where to stand how to hold his sword what to dodge when to strike he knew Phil better then anyone after all. Thing is after days and nights of this fight techno accidentally claimed chayanne to be the new blood god conduit a little soldier much how he was his entire life. Techno tried to speak with the gods saying it must be some sort of mistake but the gods told him it was simply fate. So techno took it in his hands to try to make chayanne better, stronger, and of more sound mind then he ever was using his mistakes of his past as simple warnings.

Of course when chayanne says he hears voices and has nightmares of war and slaughter and has this terrible need for violence Phil freaks out a bit. He���s seen all of this before he had a kid much the same toiled by blood and he’s watching closely to help like he did in the past nothing has changed.

Anyways besides story lore there’s also smaller bits of other little fun facts hc lore !

Only conduits of gods can see other gods, Phil is more likely to be able to see techno if he wakes up for a second during ender kings possession, unlike chay who can see him all the time. Phil is less blessed by a god and more being used like a puppet so he doesn’t have the luxury to see the gods as easily as chay would be able too. Chay can see the enderking wrapping himself around Phil and he hates it.

Techno is the new blood god but as such he kind of claimed the blood gods old memories from thousands of years and his powers making techno not the most sound of mind 24/7 he tries to be generally calm and teach about protection and defense but sometimes the voices beg for war and he can’t help the things he’s becoming (aka techno angst is real)

Will emerald duo ever reunite stay tuned cause gods can’t keep promises and even if the gods reach out and hold tight sometimes words can’t be reached by mortals of light.

Anyways I will make concepts of techno and chay for my lil hc lore au qsmp thing lol but I wanted to shout my thoughts into the void even if no one sees them. And if you do hope you enjoyed my ramble hope it made sense. If you have any questions you are free to ask but no pressure.

[inexplicablymine]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Here is a little more of Little Drummerboy, the rockstar drummer au!

(chapter two posted today this is a snippet from chapter 3)

A song lyrics snippet preview for the next chapter! And yes you should be reading between ALL of those lines ;) The song is entitled “Every other Weekend” you might possibly imagine this to a somewhat similar tune to Conan Gray’s Heather if you so please:

you tried it for years/love wasn't enough/the front yard grew weeds/roof started to rust/you said it’d get better/trashed every one of my letters/broke bicycle training/rust under the mainframe/the car you brought by/when you’d teach me to drive/every other weekend

why would you ever miss me/stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend

stuck behind, loveblind/aged out of a system of bliss filled remission/ wandering halls long empty phone calls/ you walk by, what a sight for sore eyes/ bleak words of admission/ every other weekend

why would you ever miss me/stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend

so I fucked it up/so I ran it off/so I blew a fuse/till the world stepped up/but then you took me down/ran the weekend gambit/took my love for granted/should’ve guessed you planned it/we struck a match/ burned the whole place down/ took the weekend off/ gave you the runaround/ but still you stand/ by that bygone date/ for your sacred meeting/ some sick twist of fate/ so I hold it up/ for all to see/ every other weekend/ but you’ll never get all of me (you’ll never get all of me)

stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend

Can’t wait to continue posting more of this over the course of February!!!

Read Here: Part 1 | Part 2

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[ugotnojamzzz]

Rulers of Ruin

Chapter 6

Genre: Mafia!au , Slowburn, Angst, Hurt, eventual smut, TW (it is a mafia!AU, after all)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: There will come a day when I will sit down and write an alluring synopsis for this series. But that day hasn't come just yet lol. Stay tuned for more chapters to come.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language. Also, don’t come for me over the theme, people. It’s an Alternate Universe, which means the bangtan boys are essentially what I like to call meat puppets to serve the storyline. This is obviously not a projection of their actual real-life personas.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Masterlist

Chapter 5

After her altercation with Jimin, YN’s frustration only grew stronger. For someone who supposedly played an important role in the upcoming feud, she’d never felt more sidelined. Always kept outside of the loop.

She found herself more restless and defiant than ever. Taking advantage of Taehyung’s occasionally distracted nature, she spent the following week slipping out of his line of sight every chance she got, exploiting the slightest opportunity to explore—or test—the limits of her captivity.

One evening, as she was escorted to the mansion's library for a new book to distract her from her boredom, Taehyung's attention was momentarily captured by a conversation with another agent, a young woman whose laughter seemed to echo distractingly down the dark hallway. Seizing the moment, Y/N discreetly slipped away, her steps silent on the plush carpet.

She wandered down the corridor, not expecting much, really. Only she stopped dead in her tracks, her ears picking up the muffled tones of a serious conversation seeping through the thick door of an adjacent parlor. Her curiosity piqued, she pressed closer.

"…seems they’re gearing up for war," She recognized Namjoon’s distinctive baritone, “We may need additional eyes out there soon."

“Maybe Hoseok?” another voice spoke, “"He's returning soon with Kookie, right?"

"Stop that,” Namjoon chided, his voice sharp, “you know he hates that nickname."

“Aish, you don’t need to fight his battles,” the voice said, “if your father was here-“

Her heart thudded with the thrill of the forbidden knowledge just within her grasp. She leaned in, straining to catch more.

“While on the topic of my father,” Namjoon’s voice grew tenser, “any updates?”

“He’s alright, for now,” the voice spoke, “but…”

Y/N's mind raced. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the conversation inside had ceased until the door suddenly swung open.

Namjoon’s piercing gaze met hers immediately, a frown creasing his brow. Behind him, YN recognized Seokjin standing in his white blouse, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Y/N," Namjoon's voice was a blend of disappointment and irritation. "Spying requires guile and vigilance," he paused, “it appears you’re lacking both.”

Her response came quick, tinged with defiance. "Maybe I need some lessons from your agents," she retorted sharply, her voice echoing slightly in the spacious hallway, “they’re clearly doing such a good job at keeping track of me.”

He chuckled dryly, not out of amusement but as a prelude to a sharper critique. "Watch your attitude,” he shot back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed her, “it’s unbecoming."

She exhaled a frustrated sigh, feeling cornered yet defiant. "I've been kept in the dark for two weeks, Namjoon.” Her voice rose, a clear note of irritation threading through her words, “How long do you expect me to sit around waiting for you to decide my fate?"

Namjoon stepped out, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Information is dispensed on a need-to-know basis," he stated firmly, approaching her. "And right now, you don’t need to know anything."

Y/N bristled at the dismissal, her anger flaring. "So, what do I need, then? More guards? An ankle bracelet, perhaps? Shall we test how tight this leash can get?"

Before he could respond, rapid footsteps echoed down the hallway. Taehyung appeared, breathing heavily, his usual composed demeanor unraveled by exertion. "Sorry, Boss—I lost sight of her for just a minute," he panted, casting a wary glance at Y/N.

Namjoon’s eyes flicked between Y/N and Taehyung, his displeasure evident. "Ensure it doesn’t happen again," he warned, then turned back to Y/N. "As for you, try to remember your place. If you keep this up, I won’t hesitate to make your conditions less... comfortable.” His threat hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the power he wielded. “Or perhaps I’ll simply ship you back to your brother, see if you prefer what he’s got in store for you.”

Before YN could utter a response, the broad-shouldered leader went back in the parlour, firlmy shutting the door behind him.

YN's anger boiled over as she stormed off, her heels clicking angrily against the marble floors. Behind her, Taehyung hurried to keep up, his own frustration mirroring hers but tinged with resignation. "Come on, don't do this," he called out, his voice barely cutting through her tirade.

"This is all ridiculous!” YN shouted back over her shoulder, her words sharp as daggers. “Complete, utter bullshit!" The cool night air did nothing to temper her heated words as she burst through the double doors into the garden.

She stomped outside still ranting to herself.

Taehyung sighed, dodging low-hanging branches as he tried to keep up with her brisk pace. "Ranting isn’t going to change anything," he called out, his voice barely cutting through the sound of the wind.

"And what would you suggest, huh? Compliance? Silent obedience?" she snapped back, turning to face him with a glare, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You miserable pieces of shit!” she shouted

Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's raining, Y/N. Let’s go back inside before you catch your death," he tried reasoning with her, his voice calm but firm.

“Oh sure, it’s the rain that’s going to kill me,” she rolled her eyes. "Last time I checked, a little water has never hurt anyone," she snapped, dismissing his concern with a wave of her hand. Her focus was solely on venting her frustration, paying little attention to where she was stepping. The garden path, slick with rain, was a treacherous terrain for her furious pacing.

Before Taehyung could warn her, YN's foot caught on the edge of a stone near the koi pond. Her balance lost, she stumbled with a startled yelp, arms flailing as she tried desperately to regain her footing. It was no use; gravity took over, and with a splash that echoed louder than her shouts, YN found herself submerged in cold murky water.

“Ah, shit,” Taehyung rushed to the pond’s edge, suppressing a chuckle as he extended a hand to help her out. “Looks like a little water might hurt after all," he remarked, trying to infuse a bit of humor into the situation.

Soaked and shivering, YN grasped his hand, her earlier fire doused by the icy pond water. "Very funny," she muttered, pulling herself up with his help. She stood dripping beside the pond, the rain mixing with pond water, her elegant outfit ruined and clinging uncomfortably to her skin.

Taehyung’s expression softened as he draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Come on, let’s get you inside and dried off," he said, guiding her back towards the mansion. "And maybe skip the midnight garden walks for a while, yeah?"

"Fuck off," she muttered under her breath, even as he escorted her toward her quarters, his jacket still wrapped around her.

--

In the warm embrace of the shower, Y/N let the hot water cascade over her, washing away the pond's chill and the night's frustrations. As the steam clouded around her, so did her thoughts, swirling with the events of the evening.

The steam seemed to seep into her pores, attempting to soothe the sting of humiliation and the cold realization of her helplessness.

Her mind replayed Namjoon's words, sharp and cutting, echoing against the tiles with every droplet that fell.

Remember your place.

the fall into the pond had been a jolt back to a reality she’d been trying to ignore. It wasn't just the physical shock of the cold water but the absurdity of the situation that gnawed at her. Here she was, a pawn in a game of power, maneuvered by people who saw her not as a person but as a leverage point—a tool in their negotiations and strategies. The very idea that she could be discussed as part of a war strategy was infuriating.

With every drop that washed over her, she pondered the bitter irony of her safety. Here, in between the tigers’ claws, surrounded by those who viewed her as little more than a bargaining chip, she was, in a twisted sense, probably safer than she had been in a long time. The thought stung, a reluctant admission that clawed at her pride.

Her last encounter with her brother had been under circumstances shrouded in shadows and tension, their parting more a series of harsh whispers and hurried steps than heartfelt goodbyes. The memory was a sharp jab to her conscience, a reminder of unfinished business and unresolved conflicts that lingered like ghosts in her mind.

The steam fogged up the mirror, and for a moment, she imagined it clouding out the world, giving her a momentary respite from the watchful eyes and calculated moves. But as comforting as the warmth was, it couldn't wash away the reality of her predicament.

She needed to be more than just compliant; she needed to be cunning. If they were going to use her as a piece in their games, then perhaps it was time to learn the rules and play back. Tonight, however, she would allow herself just a few more moments of solace in the simple, searing heat of the shower.

The comforting rush of warm water was abruptly overshadowed by some noise coming beyond the bathroom door. Y/N's muscles tensed beneath the cascade. "Taehyung,” she began, her voice, sharp with annoyance, echoing slightly off the tiled walls, “I told you not to—"

Her sentence was abruptly cut off as the door swung open with a force that suggested urgency—or a complete utter lack of care. "Jesus Christ—" Y/N exclaimed, a mix of surprise and irritation in her tone. She instinctively spun around, her eyes squinting through the billowing steam. She could make out a figure, distinctly different from Taehyung's lean silhouette.

Before she could fully shield herself or demand an explanation, a deep, unfamiliar voice cut through the mist.

"And who the fuck are you?"

--

guess who? lol

Anyway hope you liked it. If some of you are intrigued or interested in finding out more, don't hesitate to interact and I'll start posting some more chapters! Also questions and remarks and feedback are welcome xxx

Chapter 7

Masterlist

Taglist

@princess-sunshyn

@loumin908

[princess-and-the-swan]

CS Fic Recs: Bridgerton-Inspired AU

While I anxiously await the arrival of the second half of Bridgerton S3, I'm absolutely DEVOURING these 3 Bridgerton-inspired CS fics I've found:

A Scoundrel... Or a Gentleman? by @kmomof4

Killian Jones has been in love with Emma Nolan since the day he met her - the day before she married his brother Earl Liam Jones. That was six years ago, and Liam has been gone now for four years. Emma and Killian have both arrived in London for the season - her to seek a husband so she can hopefully bear children, him to finally take up his duties as the earl, including finding a wife. Will they succeed in their respective desires? Complete. Inspired by Francesca Bridgerton's story, this is the fic that sent me into my Bridgerton-fic frenzy. While there is a little bit of Liamma in the beginning, this is very much a Captain Swan fic and it's so much fun to follow along with the evolving relationship dynamic between the two.

A Mistress to No One by @kmomof4

Bastard Emma Swan enjoys one night of pure magic and romance in the midst of a life of drudgery and abuse- attending a masquerade ball and meeting aristocrat Killian Jones. Two years later, the same man she met on the best night of her life reappears, saving her from a dire fate in the process. Now, she must keep herself from falling in love with a man she can never have. But when that proves impossible, is there any hope for a happy ending between two people from such vastly different worlds? Complete. I will admit, that I have never read Benedict Bridgerton's story, so I had no idea what to expect. This story reminds me of Cinderella but if Cinderella and her prince had an actual connection beyond a single dance.

The Duke and His Swan by @hollyethecurious

Dearest Reader, the ton is abuzz with speculation that the new Duke of Ironhook will be remaining in town for the duration of the Season. Second born of the illustrious Jones family, Killian Jones has quite the legacy to live up to now he has inherited the dukedom from his late elder brother. Also entering Society for her first season is Miss Emma Swan, ward to the Viscount Nolan’s family. Gifted with a respectable dowry, Miss Swan’s financial worth and uncommon good looks will surely make up for her rumored prickly disposition in the eye of more than one fortune seeking suitor. Stay tuned, Dear Reader, for this author has it on good authority His Grace and Miss Swan shall cause quite a sensation, perhaps even resulting in… scandal! Complete. If you haven't already read this fic, I HIGHLY recommend it. Loosely inspired by Daphne Bridgerton's story, this is very much a friends to lovers trope that so many of us adore. After I read this fic, I binged several of this author's other works as well because her writing is absolutely addictive :)))

These fics are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires and I really hope more Bridgerton-inspired fics will begin to pop up--especially a Colin Bridgerton-esque fic to commemorate the Polin season! If you've found any others that you enjoyed, please please please let me know! Happy reading!!

[the-engdyssey]

@hetaween-event

Prompt: Day 1 - Folklore

“In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.” ― Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

While I couldn't exactly call The Legend of Sleepy Hollow folklore exactly, I would say it's one of the oldest, most iconic, and certainly my favorite horror story from American literature.

So naturally I made an au where Alfred is the headless horseman. It's an idea I've been sharing in discord servers for years, but never did anything with. That's now changed, and it's something like this:

Arthur knows full well Alfred is going to win the revolutionary war. The knowledge smarts, but that's not what bothers him. He's irate that Alfred's grown a penchant for lopping off the heads of English soldiers. Alfred's going to win the war, but he's not stronger than Arthur. Not yet, and he'll never see his own victory. Arthur takes Alfred's head to remind the boy who exactly he's dealing with. Carving a face and performing an incantation on a pumpkin to give Alfred a new head? That was all spite. But the world has changed and so has Arthur. Anger and spite have given way to guilt, because without his brain....Alfred's kinda stupid. Exceptionally so. He doesn't have an ounce of malice in him. He's not interested in lopping off heads anymore, he just wants to race whoever ventures into his stretch of the woods. Sweet and stupid, and he still loves Arthur. So every Halloween, Arthur comes to visit until one fateful visit, with his wife in tow, Arthur comes to visit bearing a gift...

If you like the sound of this idea, stayed tuned becaus @phantom-wolf and I are writing a fic of this exact story.

Also check out under the cut for a few different versions of this piece! Thanks!

This one stays truer to the original colors of the piece, but wasn't dramatic enough for me.

And here's the original piece without any hue adjustments. It was a challenge on multiple fronts, but I'm super happy that I could create a very dark piece while varying in shades and tones. A struggle, but a worthy one!

[liteonlamb]

Fate of the Red Crown AU Masterpost

Ello yall welcome to the masterpost for the lil AU comic I've started Basically "Directly following his defeat by the Lamb, Narinder is indoctrinated into the cult. But the former god of death isn't content with living out the rest of his eternity in shame. Tensions are high and someone's bound to do something rash. What will become of the Red Crown's bearer? Only time will tell..."

I'll be posting 1 page every week or so So stay tuned Pages Below

These are all the current pages of the comic and anything related to it. Anything related to this AU is tagged with "#fate of the red crown" Cover (You are here) Page 0 : Usurper Page 1 : Arrival Page 2 : Confrontation Page 3 : Authority Page 4 : Rags Page 5 : Home Page 6 : Inside Page 7 : Light Page 8 : Note Page 9 : Sleep Page 10 : Morning Page 11 : Awake Page 12 : Glare Page 13 : Breakfast Page 14 : Friendly Page 15 : Unfriendly Page 16 : Job Page 17 : Farmer Page 18 : Betrayer Page 19 : Shock Page 20 : Go Page 21 : Shun Page 22 : Alone Page 23 : Monotony Page 24 : Exodus Page 25 : Lost Page 26 : Found Page 27 : Strife Page 28 : Strife II Page 29 : Retribution Page 30 : Retribution II Page 31 : Saved Page 32 : Saved II Page 33 : Saved III Extras; New Crown Bearer : Sakuro New Crown Bearer : Ekari New Crown Bearer : Koren New Crown Bearer : Ceru New Generation + Character Summary New Generation w/weapons New Generation : Updated Designs Lamb + Narinder Designs Koren : New Curse

[mint-yooxgi]

{6} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Mingi & slight Yunho)

Words: 5,255

Warnings: Violence and depiction of fighting. Blood and mentions of self-inflicted wound (for luring), one instance of slut shaming (not done by any of the guys). Depictions of anxiety (not the reader). This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This chapter turned out wayyyy longer than I expected, but I'm super happy with it!! The story is really picking up now!! Lots of action and plot coming soon! Stay tuned!! Hehehe, as always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

“This wasn’t here yesterday,” your voice is low, wary; cautious as you step through the large opening of the maze.

Before you rests a large building, reminiscent of a mansion. Ivy creeps up the left side, the dark brown, almost red bricks crumbling from age. From the looks of things, the house appears to be two stories, completely rectangular in shape with a small, white awning covering the front doors.

A manor, just as the one you’ve always fantasized about living in when you were small. Scarily accurate, too.

“What do you mean, ‘this wasn’t here yesterday?’” Mingi shoots you a confused look, shoulders tense as he voices his worry.

“I mean just that.” You reply, letting out a small puff of air as you take in your surroundings once more. “When I went exploring, there weren’t any other buildings besides the eight shacks I mentioned to you earlier. The ones you and I both woke up in. Though, based on how different ours were alone, this shouldn’t surprise me.”

“Different how?” Mingi’s brow furrows.

“Never mind that now,” you brush him off with a small wave of your hand. “We should move on before someone finds us. Or worse.”

“Shouldn’t we at least explore it?” He asks, already taking a curious step towards the house. “You know, to hunt for supplies, or something?”

“Normally, I would agree with you, but not this time.” Shaking your head lightly, you motion back towards the entrance of the maze for him to follow you.

“Why not?” Tilting his head innocently, Mingi blinks at you in response.

“We do not know who else could be in there,” you blink back, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Or who else could be watching, for that matter.”

Mingi swallows thickly, suddenly looking even more tense than he ever had before. “What do you mean by that?”

“You seriously cannot tell me that you haven’t felt like you’re being watched ever since you’ve gotten here.” A blunt reply. “I doubt it’s cameras, either.”

“I was hoping I was wrong about that…” he trails off, expression falling.

“If you trust in anything,” your eyes are sharp as they meet his own, reflecting the fear he feels for all to see, “trust your gut.”

All Mingi can do is nod in response, swallowing thickly as his shoulders tense once more.

In the next second, you’re letting out a long sigh, “I suppose you are right, though.”

His eyebrows quirk, eyes widening slightly in inquiry.

“If we can find a small bag to carry things in, some food, or even another weapon, it would help us tremendously.” You say, scanning the area yet again for any traps or even anything you can see that is out of the ordinary. Though, you suppose this entire situation is just that: extraordinary.

Just as you go to take a step forward, you pause. Turning back to face Mingi, you raise a brow. “Can you even use a weapon?”

He grimaces, lips parting in a silent answer.

You sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t know what I was expecting.”

The pout on Mingi’s features is apparent, especially in the way his shoulders droop. Then, under his breath, “I can still throw a punch, you know.”

You shoot him a look. “Have you ever beaten someone to death?”

He remains quiet. Yet, with the way you shift your gaze back to the mansion in the next second, you fail to see the way the corners of his lips are twitching upwards in response.

“Have you?” The inquiry is cautious, despite the curiosity lingering in his tone.

Swallowing thickly, you spare a glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. Your silence alone speaks volumes.

Again, you sigh.

“Look,” your gaze turns deadly sharp all of a sudden, freezing him immediately to his spot, “we’ll probably die soon, anyways, so there’s no harm in being honest. It wasn’t my proudest moment, but would you believe it was in self-defence?”

“I thought you said you’d get us out of here alive?” The panic is clear in his eyes as they shine with that all too familiar fear.

“I just admitted to killing someone with my bare hands, and that’s what you choose to focus on?” The corner of your lips quirk amusedly as a huff escapes you. “Priorities, Mingi. Priorities.”

He blinks, a somewhat sheepish smile taking over his features. That’s when you notice, the tips of his ears are turning red, too. 

“I’ve always loved a woman who could destroy me.” His voice is merely nothing more than a low whisper on the wind.

You’re so caught off guard by his admission, that you can only blink at him in response. For a solid minute, the two of you stand there, nothing but the breeze drifting passed and rustling the leaves of the maze around you. That is, until a boisterous laugh is escaping you.

“I just admitted to being able to kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to,” you’re almost wheezing at this point, hands on your knees as you attempt to catch your breath, “and you think that’s hot?” More laughter escapes you. “Mingi, sweetheart, it was also meant to serve as a warning.”

“I know,” his whole face begins to turn bright red, the male shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “I just… I- uh…”

Taking a step forward to close the distance between the both of you, you pat the side of his arm. “Perhaps if things were different, and we met under better circumstances.”

Walking passed him, you leave him completely stunned in his spot.

You smirk, turning to look back at him from over your shoulder, “coming?”

This seems to knock Mingi out of whatever daze he had been in. Quickly, he jogs to catch up to you, falling into step beside you in the next moment.

A roar is heard in the distance that shakes the whole area.

Immediately, panic seizes you, creeping up your throat and causing you to inhale sharply.

“What was that?” Mingi’s frantic voice reaches your ears.

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, it sounded big.” You reply, stopping just outside the front door to the mansion. “We’ll be far safer inside now, than out in the open, until we can identify the creature.”

“I thought the only other things we’d have to worry about would be the other contestants.” He replies, warily searching the grounds of the manor in case something decides to pop out and attack you at any second.

“Nothing is off limits in these games,” you grit your teeth, discovering the door to be locked when you go to open it. Instantly, you’re crouching down, pulling out some pins to begin picking the lock. “There’s only ever been two accounts out of dozens that I’ve read where they let creatures in to hunt alongside the contestants. It’s really strange though, given that those games had usually lasted over a month by then.”

“There’s a time limit?” Mingi blinks, voice frantic as small tremors begin to rattle the windows beside you periodically.

Whatever made that sound is getting closer with each step, and it’s big.

“If you got off to watching people die, wouldn’t you get tired and impatient of being edged for so long?” You spare a quick look over your shoulder at him just as you hear the lock click out of place. “I guess they’re just that impatient right off the bat.”

Your encounter with Ghost from yesterday flashes through your mind.

Shaking your head, you clear your thoughts. In the next moment, you push the door open, motioning for Mingi to quickly get inside before you’re following right behind him.

As soon as the door shuts, it's as if the interior of the mansion is on a completely different plane of existence. Once more, a deadly stillness surrounds you, the mind numbing silence stretching around you both. Even the rumbling beneath your feet has stopped, as if the inside is safe, and unaffected by whatever is hunting you outside. From the way Mingi’s gaze darts every which way around the foyer, you can tell that he senses it, too.

“Now, I need you to listen to me,” you catch his attention as you tuck those small pins back into your front pocket. As soon as you see him nod, even once, in understanding, you continue, “I do not know what is inside of this place. I will do my best to protect us both, but in order to do that, I need you to follow everything I say. This way, we both won’t be killed. Do you understand?”

Saying nothing, Mingi nods.

“Good.” You nod once in response. “Do you know how to whistle?”

Mingi blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question. He nods once more, nonetheless.

“That will be our signal that one of us needs the other. Whether it be you’ve found something of importance, or you’re in danger, you whistle. Unless you come across a trickster. In that case, you run for your goddamn life. Got it?”

“Yes.” Mingi confirms rather firmly, despite his eyes shining with that all too familiar fear you’ve come to realize is always swirling within.

“Explore the upstairs while I look around on the main floor. If that creature is around outside, I might be able to identify it. If I know what we’re dealing with, it will give us a better fighting chance.” You explain. “Try and find a small bag or two to put things in while you explore. Meet back here in twenty minutes if nothing else.”

“You want to split up?” His voice is a little wary, eyes shifting nervously.

“We can cover more ground this way, and get out of here quicker.” You tell him calmly. “I don’t hear anything else in the house with us, so we should be safe for a little while.”

“Oh, okay,” his response is a little quieter, and you notice how his hands begin to shake.

“Hey,” you smile softly at him, flipping the small knife in your hand around so that the handle now faces him. “We’ll get though this. Together.”

His eyes glance between your own and the knife you now offer him held in your one hand. Slowly, he reaches out, clasping the blade to his chest once he’s grabbed the handle.

“Even if you manage to wound something, it’s better than nothing. Right now, it’s your life, or theirs. You have to decide who has the desire to live more.” Again, you pat the side of his arm, and you notice he begins to tremble once more. “Though, I wouldn’t try anything on me, okay?”

“I wasn’t planning to.” Comes his immediate response.

“Good.” You nod once, pulling your hand away, much to Mingi’s disappointment. Giving him a final once over, your lips quirk. “Now, you truly look like Itadori.”

The way his eyes sparkle as you say this lets you know he understands exactly who you’re talking about.

“You really think so?” He asks, grin tugging at his features.

“Just don’t go losing a hand on me,” you tease lightly, and you see a brilliant smile take over his features.

“I won’t, I promise!” He answers, somewhat eagerly.

You nod, “I doubt there’s a thousand year old curse in you that can pop out and heal you any time he wants, anyways.”

“No,” he shakes his head. “I can proudly say that there’s not.”

You hum, "pity.”

Mingi blinks, shock clear on his features. “Are you a fan of Sukuna, then?”

He cannot prevent his minor excitement from bleeding through, heart pounding in his chest.

Again, you hum, but unfortunately for Mingi, he cannot decipher whether it’s a good or bad thing. “I prefer Yuta or Toji, if I’m being honest.” Then, you blink, as if remembering something. “Damn, I wish I had a katana right now. Things would be so much easier.”

“You know how to wield a sword?” Mingi looks almost dumbfounded, yet awestruck, nonetheless.

“My father taught me everything he knew about hunting. Of course I know how to wield weapons.” You smirk, turning your back to him finally as you begin to look around the room. “Now, get searching.”

You do not need to tell him twice, for in the next second, you see him brush passed you and begin to make his way upstairs. In the blink of an eye, he disappears down a hallway.

You spare a glance around the empty foyer, noting the two staircases that line either wall leading to the second floor. Scenic pictures line the walls, but none that you recognize. There are two archways, each one on opposite ends of the room, so you decide to go left to start. Something about the comfort and familiarity of search patterns that your father once told you echoes in the back of your mind.

There’s a few small rooms on this side of the house consisting of a bathroom, a study, and a small sitting area. Quickly going through each one, you manage to find a working flashlight beneath the bathroom sink, and some pens in the study. There’s even a large antique desk inside that has a few locked draws, but given your limit, you don’t have enough time to begin picking all of the locks right now. You’ll simply have to come back with Mingi. Besides, it’s nicer to have someone guarding your back in an unfamiliar place like this.

Crossing over to the opposite side of the house, you’re immediately greeted by only two rooms. Opening the one door reveals a large library full of scattered books and objects all around the somewhat dark space. Again, you’ll have to come back to explore with Mingi. It’s better when dealing with a larger, open space to have more than just one person looking for things.

Finally, you reach the last door. However, just as you go to raise your hand to twist the handle, the sound of muffled movement reaches your ears. Almost as if someone is rummaging through something just within.

You pause, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

Clutching that flashlight tighter in your hand, you slowly push the door open. At least you’re not completely weaponless.

As soon as the area is revealed to you, you see a large kitchen stretching on before your very eyes. A wide island sits in the centre of the space, blocking whoever is rummaging through a cupboard from view. Based on what you can tell, they must be searching for something beneath the sink.

Creeping closer, you make sure to watch for any creaking floorboards that might give your location away.

Just as you round the corner of the counter, that flashlight raised in your one hand, the person drops something, swearing under their breath.

“Johnny?”

Said male immediately jumps, banging his head harshly on the edge of the counter as your voice reaches his ears.

“Oh, fuck, are you okay?” You chuckle, watching as the male stands back to his full height, rubbing at the top of his head all the while.

His brow furrows, a confused call of your name escaping him. “What are you doing here?”

“I could be asking you the same question.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Despite you both attempting to hide it, you cannot deny the way fear leaks into your tone, flashing across your face in the next moment.

“If you’re here, this can only spell trouble,” he grimaces, eyes darting around the kitchen.

“I don’t plan on dying,” you tell him. “Like hell am I going to let you, either.”

“Funny,” the corner of his lips twitch upwards, “I was just about to say the same for you.”

“You really never learn, though,” you shake your head teasingly. “You were so loud, I could hear you rummaging around from outside in the hall.”

“Considering there’s a Gorzin roaming around outside, I’m surprised you could hear anything.” He responds.

“It’s a Gorzin?” Your eyes widen, that familiar feeling of fear squeezing your throat.

You’ve only ever encountered a Gorzin once before in your life, and you had hoped it would be your last. Terrible creatures they are, similar in visage to wolves. Large, fur as dusty in colour as sand, and claws as sharp and curved as sickles. They may be blind, but their sense of smell certainly makes up for it. Though, their hearing is shit, too. That, and the fact that their mouths run vertical along their necks, housing rows upon rows of jagged teeth.

“Did you not see it on your way in?” Johnny frowns.

“No, we managed to get inside before it appeared.” You answer.

“We?” His head tilts.

“I have another survivor with me.” You say.

A wary call of your name is all you get in response.

“Johnny, he was terrified,” you reply, somewhat exasperatedly. “What was I supposed to do? Leave him to die? You know as well as I do what these games entail.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I know. Which is why I’m worried.”

“If he dies, I take full responsibility.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Johnny shoots you a concerned look. “Ever since your father died-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Immediately, you cut him off.

Johnny simply raises his palms in your direction in response.

“Have you found anything useful?” You ask, taking another glance around the room and noticing the small pile of supplies laid out on the counter. As you look them over, you notice some food, and a few small items that can be used for weapons if needed, like steak knives.

“Just what’s on the counter,” he motions to the pile as you turn back around to face him. “I was searching for a bag or something to carry them around in when you decided to spook me into an early lobotomy.”

“A lobotomy is the front of the skull, not the back,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“You know, this is why I love-“

Before Johnny even has a chance to finish speaking, the door to the kitchen is flinging open, Mingi bursting through.

“There you are, I was worried-“ he pauses, eyes narrowing at Johnny. “Who’s this?”

“Other survivor?” Johnny leans in slightly to you, a curious quirk to his one brow.

You sigh, nodding slightly. “Mingi, this is Johnny. My best friend.”

Each male takes a moment to size each other up, and this is the first time you’ve seen Mingi appear so unimpressed since you met him an hour ago. Though, one blink, and the look is gone.

You frown.

“I managed to find some bags,” he turns to you, holding two small drawstring bags up in his hand.

You smile, a small sense of relief washing over your entire body. “Perfect.”

Instantly, Mingi has handed you one of the bags, and you begin to fill it with some of the supplies Johnny has found. However, what you fail to see is the cautious way Johnny continues to look over at Mingi. A male of whom shoots the other a sharp look from the corner of his eyes.

“Was there anything else that you found upstairs?” Your voice manages to pull them both out of their glaring contest.

“Just some empty bedrooms,” he shifts slightly, as if adjusting something on his back. Though, when you look, there’s nothing there.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you sigh. “There was a-“

A loud yell from outside manages to draw all of your attention, followed immediately by another piercing roar that rattles the whole house.

You and Johnny share a look before you’re turning your attention to Mingi.

“Give him the knife I gave you, and don’t come out until we tell you that it’s safe to do so.” You instruct, tone firm as you begin to head towards the door leading outside placed at the side of the kitchen.

Mingi can only blink at you in shock, protests building on his lips until you turn to give him a firm look from over your shoulder.

“What did I say about following my every instruction?” You grab those steak knives, counting them in your hands before realizing you only have six.

Six shots which you will make count, even if it’s the last thing you do.

Another shriek from the Gorzin reaches your ears.

“Johnny,” you reply sharply, managing to unlock the side door and fling it open. “Let’s go.”

You stand by the side door, waiting until Johnny has taken the knife from Mingi before moving to exit the house. However, you don’t expect for your wrist to be grabbed by the pink haired male in the next moment.

“Please, be careful,” his eyes shine with worry, his lower lip being tugged between his teeth as nerves threaten to consume him.

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him, watching as Johnny slips passed you and out the door in the next second. “Nothing we haven’t handled before.”

You pat his hand once before exiting the building, making sure to close the door behind you.

“Just like old times, huh?” Johnny peeks around the corner of the house, grimacing as he sees the events unfolding before him.

You tap his arm for him to move out of the way, but he doesn’t budge.

“Johnny, let me assess the situation.” You mutter, brow furrowing the longer he just stands there.

“It’s up to you whether you want to save this guy’s life.” Johnny replies lowly, finally stepping back for you to see. “However, if I were you, I’d say he’s getting what he deserves.”

Confusion tugs at your features as you peer around the corner of the house. Though, at the scene you are greeted with, you wish you hadn’t.

There, backing up on the ground with blood coving his visage, rests your Uncle. His right leg seems to have been bit, the material of his pants shredded as he scrambles away from the monster. The fear is clear in his eyes, and even from here, you can hear the pitiful whimpers he lets out, begging for someone, anyone to come rescue him.

The Gorzin creeps closer.

You disappear around the corner, heaving a sigh.

“We don’t have to save him.” Johnny whispers casually as he leans back against the side of the house. “We could let him die. After what he’s done to you-“

“Johnny,” Your eyes flash.

“I’m just saying.” He replies with a shrug, raising his hands in front of himself in defence.

“I won’t let these games turn me complacent.” You purse your lips. “I will not murder an innocent human.”

Johnny scoffs. “Well, he’s not so innocent, is he?”

“You know what I mean, John.” Again, you shoot him a firm look.

“Whatever you choose to do, I will follow.” He answers. “You never led me astray before.”

You nod, mulling a plan over in your head.

“Okay,” you meet his gaze. “I’ll distract it with the steak knifes and draw it towards me. Once it’s close enough, try and jump on its back. You know it’s weak point is just below the base of the skull. Going for it’s other weak point under its belly might be too difficult right now.”

“Understood.” Johnny nods once in confirmation.

Peeking around the corner one final time to assess the situation, you see the Gorzin about to strike. You move before it gets a chance to.

“Hey! Tall, tan, and ugly!” You shout, managing to draw the creature’s attention towards you as you begin stepping towards it. “Pick on someone your own size!”

Despite your shouts, and the way it turns it’s head towards you, the Gorzin doesn’t even bother to stop pursuing your Uncle.

You grit your teeth, flipping a steak knife in your hand.

With all your might, you throw the makeshift dagger at the beast, hearing a satisfying thunk as it makes contact with it’s side. You can just make out the handle protruding from below it’s front shoulder bone. Yet still, it doesn’t bother to change targets.

Two more knives are embedded into the side of the Gorzin before it finally shifts it’s full attention to you. The screech of malice it lets out in warning chills you to your bones. A moment later, and it begins stalking towards you.

Slowly, you take equal steps back as it stares you down. The whites of its eyes are blank, but you know it’s caught your scent now. Besides, with the way you throw another blade at it���s head, this one harmlessly bouncing off it’s forehead, you know you have it’s attention.

“Come on,” you begin to mutter under your breath, leading it back to where Johnny rests, hidden and waiting to strike.

Only, you don’t expect to lose your footing, stumbling over yourself as a small rock that hadn’t been there before appears behind you. You have two seconds to gather your wits before the Gorzin lunges, nearly managing to pounce on you in an instant.

The fifth knife gets embedded into the side of the Gorzin’s neck as you roll away. Your hands steady yourself as you push yourself up and back onto your feet, running towards where Johnny appears after seeing you take a fall. Luckily, you manage to swerve just in time to lure the beast alongside Johnny who immediately jumps onto its back.

Except, before Johnny can even stab the creature, he gets tossed from its hide.

Johnny goes flying across the way, groaning as he hits the ground.

The beast pauses for a moment, head tilting in multiple directions as it debates which victim to go after first. However, what you’re not expecting, is for a bright head of short pink hair to come running out from the side of the house. 

The creature, seemingly sensing the new body, shifts it’s focus to Mingi, whom freezes as soon as he sees it.

“Goddammit,” you curse lowly, watching as the Gorzin gets closer to the trembling male with each step.

There’s only one way you know to make it’s target change.

Raising that last steak knife to your opposite arm, you cut a small slash over the skin of your inner forearm. If you manage to get out of this alive, at least this injury shouldn’t hinder you too much.

The result is instantaneous. The creature roars and begins bounding towards you.

“That’s it, you filth,” you spit, standing your ground with that steak knife still clutched in your hand. You raise your cut arm above your head. “Come and get your food.”

Johnny barely manages to push himself back up after reorienting himself just in time to see the monster mere feet from you. There’s no way you can take it down with just a steak knife, but you appear determined to try.

The creature shrieks once more, rearing itself onto it’s hind legs and preparing to attack. In one final ditch effort, you throw your knife directly where it’s heart should be, watching as the blade makes contact with its target. Only, it does nothing.

Your legs tense, and sweat beads down your back. Fear flashes across your features as you prepare to jump out of the way. You know you’ll be hit regardless, but if you can make sure it’s a minor injury, you could still potentially survive.

It’s as if the world begins to turn in slow motion.

Just as you see the Gorzin swiping its front paws at you, two arrows whistle past your head. Dull thunks reach your ears as they sink deeply into their targets: one right beside your knife, and the other near it’s one hind leg. It’s balance is immediately thrown off as it goes tumbling to the ground, another arrow finding purchase just below the opening of it’s mouth. What you fail to see is how the creatures’ own orbs swirl with a faint blue as it hits the earth. A blue as cold as ice.

A loud thump echoes around the space as the creature collapses, dead, before your very eyes.

You blink, shock clear in the way your entire body remains still for the moment. That is, until you’re managing to shake your head, moving towards the carcass to pull out your knives in the next instant.

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar male voice says as you hear footsteps running up to you.

Turning your head, you see another tall male approaching you. A bow is in his hand, a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. He has black hair, red streaks found throughout which only serve to highlight the worry shining in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” you give a curt nod in response. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” the male smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides.

Before you can say anything else, you hear your name being called, and both Mingi andJohnny come running around the creature’s side.

“Thank fuck you’re okay.” Johnny immediately embraces you in his arms.

You don’t mean to, but the fact that his familiar, comforting warmth surrounds you for the moment, has you melting into his touch. A fact of which both males standing off to the side notice, eyes flashing for the briefest of moments before reverting back to the soft browns they’ve concocted for these very moments.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” Mingi breathes out, and you notice the worry pulling at his features when you separate from Johnny.

“I’m glad to see you alive,” the new male nudges the pink haired one standing beside him. “Though, I wish you weren’t here.”

“Hey!” Mingi whines. “I thought you’d be more happy to see me.”

You and Johnny share a look before you’re turning to quirk a brow at Mingi curiously.

“This is Yunho,” Mingi introduces, his voice somewhat of a mumble. “My brother.”

Your eyes flash in recognition. “The one that gave you the watch?”

“The one and only.” Yunho winks cheekily, a grin stretching across his lips.

You hum, somewhat disinterested, and Yunho’s expression falls slightly.

“Where did you find that weapon?” Johnny asks, eyes flitting everywhere over the new male’s torso.

“Where did you come from?” You voice your own thoughts, brow furrowing as you go to turn in the direction of the maze he appeared to come out of. “I-“

“Are you fucking done slutting around with those men yet? I’m dying over here!” A loud yell draws all four of your attention towards the man still bleeding out on the ground.

Your entire visage falls, shoulders drooping as you take a step forward. It’s as if you’ve become a completely different person in a matter of seconds. A fact of which worries each and every male surrounding you, but none more than Johnny.

“Hurry up, and put that knowledge my good for nothing brother-in-law taught you to use,” he spits, hissing as he attempts to move his leg. “It’s the only thing you’re good for, anyways.”

Johnny’s entire body begins to shake in rage. Yet, little do either of you realize just how difficult it suddenly becomes for both Mingi and Yunho to hold themselves back. They knew he was awful, but nowhere near this bad.

“Yes, Uncle.” You sigh, already beginning to walk towards the cursing male on the ground. You tuck the steak knives away into your pockets. “Right away, Uncle.”

[qierxing]

Love Duet

A/N: Listened to Piano Duet from Corpse Bride and cried from the emotional trauma

Yan! Riddle Rosehearts + Heartslabyul x Reader

Halloween AU

“Tell me darling, can a heart be broken even when it stops beating?”

CW/TW: Allusion to murder? yeah

—

For the longest time, Riddle thought he could never give his heart to another.

Not that he could in literal terms. His heart had long been cut out and his body left to rot in the sheer cold. His groomsmen also suffered the same fate even though they weren’t even the one to stand at the altar. For that, the emotion that he had felt at death was not anger or even guilt, but rather tired remorse.

His groomsmen, his dearest friends, had done all they could to console him as each agonizing decade passed. “One day, your true love will come to set you free.” Trey, his closest confidant had said at one time, clasping a reassuring arm around his shoulders. Riddle didn’t have the heart (no pun intended) to tell him that he no longer believed in love. If the one his mother chose couldn’t bear to love him, then how could he ever be sure that someone else would be willing to?

So when he and his men are resurrected, he’s face to face not with a skilled necromancer, but rather a terrified little mortal. You’re like a puny  mouse, scurrying backwards and falling comically in a pile of snow as the five of them merely stare at you dumbly. 

‘This must be a mistake’ is the first thing Riddle thought. 

It was…not apparently. But it might as well have been. He almost bursts a blood vessel when you sheepishly say, “I wasn’t expecting anything out of a stupid Halloween summoning ritual…” in response to his stern inquiry. Trey has to hold him back from blowing up at you, while Ace and Cater are bellowing hearty laughs, never having been entertained by such an innocent statement before. 

He wants to immediately go back to the land of dead after such a stupid encounter, but it’s you who reaches out for his skeletal hand and pulls him back.

“I’m really sorry for wasting your time! Please, is there anything I can do for you gentlemen to repay for it?”

At the time, he was only irritated and impatient. He wanted to get you off his tail and to never see you again. So he only sneers that haughty smirk of his and replies with the unthinkable.

“Very well. Find a way to let us all pass on.”

Ace and Deuce flinch, Cater opens his mouth with shocked eyes, and Trey also moves to object, but they all fall silent at his raised hand. They all knew that his demand was impossible: the four of them would not pass on without seeing Riddle’s wish fulfilled, and Riddle’s wish…

But you aren’t deterred at all, determination shining in your eyes and smiling big. 

“Alright!”

–

He had regretted his challenge then. He was forced to watch you start to clumsily make attempts on getting to know them all better. There’s something that twists in his chest as he sees you get along with Ace and Deuce, the three of you usually off to prank some poor soul. It slithers around in his guts as he watches as you show Cater how you take photos on your shiny sleek ‘smartphone’ and how Trey teaches you how to make macarons; clenching around his throat and mouth.

He’s repeatedly turned away each time you ask to spend time together and even conversations he cuts short. At first it was stubbornness but…when Trey questions him after he turned down another invitation from you, he can only clench his fists and stay silent.

Truthfully, there wasn’t any good reason. It was petty, at the most. Maybe it’s because you remind him when he was alive, when he was earnest to do his best no matter what. 

It’s finally when he catches you humming a tune that sounds hauntingly familiar that he breaks his silence. 

“That song…” You turn with wide eyes at him acknowledging you.

"You know this song?" He asks, and you slowly nod. 

"Yeah, my mom used to sing it to me all the time." You answer meekly, as if caught doing something naughty. Something tugs him to open his mouth again.

"Your mother?"

"Uh, yeah! She said that it was passed down to her by grandma, and to grandma by her mama–"

How could he not realize it? Like a spell breaking, it’s like his eyes have been opened to the truth. Your face, though long losing the exact likeness, still contained traces of her. Your cheeks, the curve of your lips, your eyes–it was like he was back to that fateful day at the altar.

“Do you, d̶̨̛͓̤̮͈͓̜͔̜̘̙͚̝̀̿̉̓̿͗͆͘͘̕e̴̢̠͕̹̜̼̬͇̰̒̂̑̽̏̈͜͜ͅā̸̠̝͊̚r̵̢̙̹̯̟͓̹̫̮̘͍̼̾͛̈́̾͆̏̈́̌͌͘͠ļ̵̧̭̻̲̰̳̞̥̮͎͚̃́̿́̊̀͂͝ẏ̵̧̗͓̞͎̲̦̭̄̃͊̍̑̑͛͂̋ ̷̪͕̠̰͇̬̜̾͘b̴̲̫̯͈̠͓͙̤̮̓̈́̌̂̈̈̄̈̓͂͊͘͝͝ͅě̵̡̤̗̔̑̂͊͝l̷̢̢̜͓̖͎͍̗̣̲͎̹̖͗̈͐͊͋́̎͐͗́̇͋͜o̶̙̝͎͍͇̝͑̿̀̽͑v̷̬̥̈́͛́̋̊͗̈̑̚e̶͎̗̝̫̗̤͍̘̓̆͒̓ͅd̷̳̜̤͔͎̫̤̞̈́̒̎̇̉̎͗̃̋̈̚͝ͅ, take Riddle Roseheart to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?” The priest intones. The morning light shines behind him, giving an almost saintlike glow to the man as he presides over the two. His bride is silent, and he frowns as an awkward silence stretches.

“No.”

 A gasp of outrage and confusion reverberates in the chapel, including his own groomsmen, who worriedly looks at him during the exclamation. 

“Riddle?” He snaps back to the present as a hand waves in front of his face. “Are…you okay?”

You’re not her. He supposes it is ironic: fate has brought him back to face his past again, but not in matrimony or love, but in a bet. No matter how much he wishes for it, you were not her.

“I’m okay.” He replies in a voice so distant he doesn’t realize it comes from him. He reaches a hand out to touch your cheek and as your confused eyes meet his own calm ones, he can only think of how his heart is at ease.

“I’m okay.” 

He sighs with a genuine smile spreading across his face.

–

You’re not sure if it’s good that Riddle is like this.

You were sure something possessed Riddle to act so sweetly to you, when only a couple weeks ago he refused to be left alone in a room with you. You would like to be happy that he’s finally warming up to you, but the change is so abrupt that you find it hard to be fully convinced that he truly likes you. It’s like he’s a different person, pulling out chairs for you, brewing you tea whenever you want something hot, and even helping you with your chores. As he stays close by your side, you’re starting to feel a bit nervous.

And you’re not sure how to tell him that you’re nowhere near close to figuring out how to lay them to proper rest. 

It’s like they are all synchronized: Ace likes to lie outright and just brush you off, Trey and Cater both avert their eyes and try to distract you with a different topic, and Deuce is all but skillful with his fumbling words. But they still remain tightlipped about what they wish before they pass on to the afterlife. Maybe Riddle would know?

He doesn’t look surprised at your recountings, but nor does he look smug as you expected him to be either. He only continues to sip the breakfast tea you brewed with a calm expression before setting it down with a quiet clack.

“It’s because their wish is tied with mine.” You blink, processing the information.

“And my wish…” He trails off, eyes staring into his cup. “Do you truly want to hear it?”

There’s something in his voice that sets your nerves on edge, but you can’t abandon your goal when you’re this close. It would be cruel to deprive the mens’ souls from finding true peace at this point.

You swallow. “What is it?”

“True love.” His eyes move up to stare into your wide ones. “I wish to be with the one I truly love.”

There’s a heavy silence that hangs in the air after the statement. His eyes continue to bore into yours and your heart starts beating faster. He can’t possibly mean…

“Have…have you found someone you truly love?” You ask, throat dry and tightening.

His lips curl up into a smirk. “Yes. Yes, I have.”

“Who is...?”

His smirk widens. “I think you may already know.”

You get up abruptly, pushing back your chair and sending silverware clattering. Riddle’s face immediately scrunches in disapproval, but you have more to worry about than a nagging lecture.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you pass on anymore.” The words are out of your mouth before you can rethink them. Riddle’s face becomes stone cold, silver grey eyes narrowing into needles. His head tilts back haughtily, still looking down on you even as he’s seated.

“It seems you’re mistaken. You don’t have a choice now. You promised, remember?”

–

Trey, though he looked guilty, had no arguments when Riddle ordered him to carry your slumbering body as they traveled back to the land of the dead. The rest of his groomsmen surprisingly don't bat an eye. Cater just grins and says he can't wait to show you around the land of the dead. The younger duo also chimes in that they wanna teach you more scare tactics and hang out more. Riddle also doesn't miss the way Trey tenderly tucks a piece of hair behind your ear when it seems no one is looking.

But he’s glad, because it means he only needs to worry about when you wake up from your forced slumber. You may not like the new change, being removed from your home so rudely, but you made a promise, and he won’t let you walk away from it.

Perhaps he won't be able to pass on, as he regards your sleeping face, but at least he can spend the rest of eternity with you and his men.

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Ice Corruption AU: Part One

I have been hit with random inspiration to make my own Adventure Time AU, so I wrote a story and made some art.

It begins after the Bella Noche incident brought Simon’s sanity back. When he used the time spell to say his goodbyes to Betty, he had no idea that she would jump into the future with him without a second thought. 

They could’ve been happy together right there and then, but Simon’s time was limited. He was ready to accept his fate, but Betty wouldn’t let this be the end. She stormed into Wizard City and defeated Bella Noche….but it wasn’t without consequences.

After magic returned, the sudden influx of energy it caused created a massive magical explosion that shocked the nearby area. The wizards were able to conjure up force fields to protect themselves, but Simon and Betty weren’t. 

The Crown was greatly damaged, and both Simon and Betty were knocked out cold. 

Eventually, Simon woke up in the Candy Kingdom Hospital. He could remember everything except for the most recent events, which felt fuzzy in his mind. 

Simon enjoyed his second heartfelt reunion with Marceline after she showed up in his room. Princess Bubblegum was also there, taking notes on his condition. Somehow, the magic of the crown was keeping him alive without turning him into the Ice King.

To his dismay, the princess informed Simon that Betty still hadn’t woken up. In fact, the magic from the explosion seemed to be keeping her in a coma-like state that would last for an unknown amount of time.

This was obviously not good news for Simon. He believed it was his fault that Betty was hurt. He was the one who opened the time portal after all. He never meant for any of this to happen.

Marceline tried to comfort him by reminding him that he was himself again and that they could spend more time together. While this did make Simon happy, he still couldn’t shake Betty from his thoughts.

Against Bonnibel’s wishes, Simon snuck out of his hospital room one night to go see Betty. It wasn’t a good idea because all it did was fill him with more painful guilt. 

It was here that the princess was alerted that one of her patients was missing, and when she learned it was Simon, she immediately rushed to the hospital. There was no way she could’ve prepared herself for what happened next.

If you’ve come this far, thank you readers! I hope you enjoyed this first part of the story. I plan to make more stuff in this AU later, so stay tuned! You’re welcome to ask me any questions you may have. 

Part 2 here